words were
billowing
from that conversation,
unravelling in spools
& hanging
half way between
the ocean and the sky.
the only power I had left
was language
and I only had
a small amount
of that.
***
you told me
there is no such thing
as a love affair
without a paper trail
all human relations
rendered by
the quiet testimony
of week old emails
& paper notes stuck
to the fridge.
by the end I decided
to go scorched earth
with you
not a scrap
of evidence
would be left
anywhere.
