my heart feels stiff today. recalcitrant. sullen almost. it refuses to bear weight, repelling thoughts that may invite the deeply felt. to feel is to grasp the gravity of truth. to grasp the truth of any moment is to make lightening; the whole world is illuminated for 30 microseconds. poignancy is my usual bread and butter, but i cannot see today. 

the night before you leave me
on a long work trip.
it’s not that i don’t want you to go; i just need you near
enough to whisper to the nape of my neck.