ever?

I look for you
in separations,
the hop skip
of telephone lines,

that breathless pause
between the moment I
press the brakes
and when they engage,

in the moon
and in the sun.

Absolute

I wish I could say
that I am sometimes
the shrill rush of the ringing phone
and not always the
hollow-gut silence.

It's not always easy
to rearrange the furniture
in such a way
that no one is able to
face each other.

You are never free of violence.