Sigh and seep: the night 

falls into itself again in suburban Kentucky. 
May has worn its way deep into my ribcage
with you, all cold–all gray. I wait 
for the next day – cherish it, even,
when we don’t leave the apartment 
at all for days. This is my secret to you:
I roiled and riled and willed it, still,
that we should stay alive.