I’m always thinking of last year, yesterday, crooked sentimentality 
For something I never bothered to appreciate at the time, or, 

Something you didn’t. When time kept gaping like a jaw
For instance, breath curtailing a heartbeat for my sake  

Maybe the first time you noticed or maybe the first 
Time you thought it out loud. I was thinking 

Of you early in the morning, thinking of your 
Fingernails in the hours before the rosary 

Opened into my palm though I am not 
Religious, and the Hail Mary clings 

Limply to my teeth; before the 
Walls swallowed me in my 

Own silvery light. Whose 
aura is this? Whose favo

Rite mouth and dark 
Jacket? Too engulf

Ing. I’ll never b
Other to think 

About it 
Again