A story traveled by mouth, the way that these things do,
of a man who carried the Sickness as far as he could
through the deserts of a Texas landscape untouched by rain,
carrying nothing in his arms but my blood in his veins.
The Sickness started deep in the man’s throat,
the kind of lump that you can’t just swallow
followed by a final act, which consumed his heart
(and all of his sorrow)
The news reached the Midwest, where it was
one day too late, and a thousand miles too far gone.By the time the phone rang, the contractors were
already done laying the last brick in my chest.
My knees kissed the ground, which sprouted arms
& wrapped me up in a lover’s embrace,
in a place where gravity kept me from floating away
& meeting him on the outermost limits of both time and space.