To Learn Impossibility From

Tonight it’s the knife-cold snarl of windows  

That keeps me awake so what? now

The mockingbird is buried now hope flutters

In the drawer where you folded your inflamed

And fragile virginities O shut up it’s just 

Clarity talking isn't it? remember when you

Said I don’t want to die not knowing this is true 
This careless green ubiquity pawing at the gate?

You said I’m tired too of wearing lipstick

That always says it’s tired of being worn

The backyard dogs of October are barking

And here in all this noise quietly passes

Even now those naked footprints—once

I saw you on the floor of my life walking slowly