I can see it now

amorphous, translucent

            a slight blue tint

a sort of bubble that grows and shrinks with time and place

I can feel it now

resting on my shoulders

never quite secure, it shifts

        slightly, constantly

sometimes it will roll 

                 down my spine

                               and break 

                                         at my feet

                                                         and fill the tall 

                                                         glass box I am in

                                                         (when I am in

                                                         the tall glass box)

                                                         almost to the very

                                                         top with a little 

                                                         space to breathe.

Sometimes it knows as well as I do

that it will soon be replaced by you

so it’ll roll back up,

congeal, compress,

until I can put it in my mouth

feel it slide down my throat 

and in this case my body is longer than it’s ever been

and in this case my throat is a tunnel with no light at the end

and in this case the fall is so close to forever, but I

feel it finally slow, feel it dip a toe into the ending

feel it relax, feel it curl like a cat

feel it return to small blue bubble 

safe in my stomach until you’re gone again.