today she dropped the glass and shattered many things and you had not yet thought of where you d set your ring do we seem more in love than you used to think where is your white dove your flood your ship to sink we made a bed for one from places made to sit and i tried to shape my love to stoops and drinks and kicks my thoughts were wordless your heart spoke loud enough and your tears were no match for my dark tattered cuffs and i felt guilty for the warmth inside my bed and want was dripping till we d filled the house with it i tried to turn my circles into plain straight lines but we both knew inwardly the depth of saying i m fine a stable address will not shred your papers or bear all the fruit of your unequal labor what you thought were roots are just fallen dead branches that break up beneath the rust machine that passes and the passing of time is the moon pulling seas and the meaning of mine lost its plurality you re not hoping for signs you re not begging for please but don t cut through the knots when they untie easily and churches barns and clocktowers they all have rafter where light hangs and swings like ironic laughter a rope in one hand a pen in the other i drop one of them i think of my mother i know you feel half but you look whole to me i know you feel halved but you look like a hole to me