Open up the window

let it out

get down on my scraped

ten year old knees

do nothing but shout

about how

epiphanies come alive

how we bend our minds

to strive

for these words that haunt

memories that jaunt

to remind me of how

it used to be

in my mother’s arms

in my father’s embrace

that comfort I need to face

feel again

in an imagined place

at this time when

you make a question

into life lessons

as if a gate has opened

once locked

a dam blocked

and you

the boat

slipping endlessly by

as I wait afloat.

When you hear my voice

swearing about the knots

it has a complete familiarity in itself

talking to myself, all alone

laying my soul on its shelf.

How modern love has come to this

words and voices we miss

modern sex without a kiss

evolved to pictures

erotica unsolved

mysterious you

hilarious me

exchanging thoughts on a leafless tree

as Fall echoes the emptiness

we lay it out bare and confess

to nothing we did not

know before

yet all we want is more

of this and that

skinny and fat lattes in the Montreal cold

to warm the bones

let the truth unfold.

The windows are shut tight

to not let in the air

it chills my bare body

lets down my messy hair

and somehow you are in the room

no longer locked out

as I sweep with my broom

all the dark sorrow that I want

to live without

you hold on to my run

and ask me

are you ready to chase the sun?