Once I knew a man. Let’s call him
Myself, like an invocation. Myself
storytold, alone with a room, its bare
baseboards, his deep/unyielding sink.
Myself sung to I, offered
to be honest. With the pointy sentiment
of great love, Myself built oceans
of chalk, clammered grief’s walls.
Myself played music loud
to muffle cacaphony. Myself,
a house I divided. Myself,
blue and gray as the sky.