Four States of Matter
1st State of Matter (Solid)
Answers to all the questions
are the lights behind the eyes of the half-dead.
I sweep out the kitchen.
I sweep out the bedroom.
I use a feather duster to kill off
the joy in our bedroom.
I give you the simple answers that we both want
to turn on
the lights behind your eyes.
2nd State of Matter (Liquid)
A long walk with headphones on.
Until the mud clings to my ankles I am no one.
So will you find me.
in between the dark bedsheets
of crack-bottomed alleys?
Your hands crease as they fold over me,
3rd State of Matter (Gas)
For six months you will be sound,
only sound against static.
The miles in between all roaring so that I have to yell
as if there is not a phone connecting us.
For six months you will be an absence.
And I will be or not be,
however you can imagine me.
4th State of Matter
Memories will come as a blurry indulgence
a living reflection,
the moon an eyesore.
In plasma water and solids suspend each other
like two bulls locking horns.
Like we are pressing against one another
as though we might disappear
because we decided that we're better off alone.