I will remember a pleasant day, a primary one, a holdfast against storms.
Knife collector, sword sharpener, I am listening to a radio
Between stations — no voices, or all the voices at once.
The crackling might be due to a leaking capacitor,
Or it might be static from that time I drove a car
Into a bridge abutment at eighty miles per hour.
Get off me now
I am infinitely tired of reliving those things
Those things that made everything collapse.
A skull fracture appearing in a time
Of youth, exuberance, and only love
I’ve been brittle and static for too long
With the ghost of an anvil on my back
While all the voices are embarking on trains
To stations and between stations.
Where I will not be welcomed
Leave your station at any time
Truly, unintentionally, ignore me
Flirt with the other on the platform,
Keep him in reserve, like a car on a siding
Bare your teeth while my attention is elsewhere.