Acknowledgements

the edge blurred

face, dissolving

lorazepam, memory

oil gathered on surface
a filmic

voice saying
I had wanted
this for a long

grey sky, never reflected
a storm

over his face
my face, mirrors

talk with two sponsors

gulf of throat
between then and now

turns ankle as a boot sinks
into water

 

filled space between
he and
a white rail
and he

stifles reflection

of I’m too fucked up
to drive home
or I need to sleep

in dream city, built

on the nature of consent
in a blackout

between he and
who holds

a broken woman below

her, circling the city with

your conduct,
not the conduct of others

listed
in the thank-yous
under all the people I may have forgotten

or if he was in a blackout

between my legs

a dream
of the friends
preserved in the photograph
of what happened before

you’ll never know if you gave

the dark voice

a dream
my writing
was better than this

body listening to my body’s

story not
worth preserving
                                                                        in a dream

I put the girl to bed
                                                                        and watch until 
                                                                        he leaves

whoever lived here

still lives here