Clear Skies and Summer

You said i crushed you
and rubbed you out
your tired eyes drowning
i couldn’t stop laughing

they say
you left by thunder
using the clouds as cover

now the buildings sag together
like soggy fingers
groping the burnt sky
for the hem of your dress

at work i think i see you
i run out
in the middle of negotiations
thinking of your funny faces

it’s summer now
during lazy sundays
i almost hear you
jingle faintly
behind the cupboards

when the dry heat
splits pomegranates
i almost taste you

since you left
everything is chaos -
the cat jumps on the counter
and licks the butter.