you search for a word for this kind of thing–
boat lost at sea
balloon gone untethered
the appropriation of breakup
…songs
we used to sing as lullabies
now ectoplasmic
only you are the ghost in your own
skin
house
grief
rolls this monster
wave over you
grief-stricken mama
trapped inside this Chinese box
feel the wounds born into
each wrist
howl, howl, howl
hours before dark