we are mostly
maneuvers

& these castoff
portions of your
cropped photos

a performance
in perifery
perhaps

only moments
scrawled
on margins

these imperfect
pieces left
after leaving

anemic as iron
exits a soul

bloodlag in
bloodloss
across
a body

bereft
of anything left
which won't
leave me
fatigued

how to summon
some courage
to can't-move
move on

it goes
the ghost
in me pales

to a white
as this skin
i am stuck in

& the bones
of these hours
slowmove creak
ship-hull timbers
on seas unsteady

as she goes she
goes jutty that cut
of her jib one white
flag settled in fog
grey blankets

so unnoticed propel
forward on a sum
of surrenders

& part ways with
walls of saltwater
at either side

hours left as last stones
placed in this long wall of days
distance year from year

another decade
shipped in so many
calendar boxes

a lost lot of lee hours
spent in/somniac sprawl
staring up at the ground