Mimic Swing

When I first heard her voice

She was broken

A part of her

had cracked through her ribs 

and floated away

What could I say

I had lost too

Many many times.

Parts of me

Swing

Just a half second out of sync

With the rest of me

What can I say

My tongue has turned to ash

Trapping three thousand lifetimes

In my throat

I swallow hard and ask 

Why she kept his teeth

But I know

A tactile reminder

Of the phantom restlessness

Pulsing just under lungs

Maybe one day

My truth will reveal itself to me

And I can see both sides of the mirror

Untangle my voice

Match it to my face

Sew it all up 

And crawl into it 

And we can live

She and I

Mute in our 

Abstract, unrecognizable lonelinesses

Sewn into flesh

We could scream ourselves hoarse

And even that, would be contained

Absorbed 

And we could never lose 

Another piece of us

Ever again.