Elliptical

A Poem

Trying to ignore the solid loss those blank spaces in front of you and me stuffing plastic bags into sock calling them grenades without pins

The conversation blew up then sloppy weeping in the corner conflict wrapping around the forehead one huge wrinkle one scathing disgust

I retreat; I try to blame it all on the daylight, on the breath that was so hard to get I retreat conceding you the room for your rhetorical rehashing of my mistake

The flammable yarn that I used torn by the edges of my fingernails disappointingly quiet

And now you’re knitting your revenge something that might work so I leave the sentence where it stands and make an exit

J.D. Harms 2020