Time has been a colander
Holding our love
Draining out the worst of you
Dolling you up
Like a spell you fall under
Memory dust
Coats me in a mythical
Version of us
It's inviting, I decline because
I know that's not really how it was
My baby's by the banister
He don't give a damn
Tuning out the ghost of you
With bargain rattan
Labeling the canisters
Warming the pan
Here I land reluctantly
Needing a man
What's the word to want to be alone
Stick and poke removal of a bone
Rid me of needing, turn me into honeycomb
Child in a body fully grown