You said we were a senseless
pairing—the earth and moon—what if
someday the earth falls out of love?
Then the moon will fall into, into—
We were waiting for a train, heads under
the tunnel eve, rain pouring down, we were
reaching out—
what if the earth falls out of love with the sun—
you boarded the train,
all shadow,
big freeze.
My heart was a bag of sleeves, the hands
developing out, blood under
the fingernails.