342

It's too tangible to live so high in the air.
I think it must come down sometimes
but never when it's late at night
and my arms are out, ready
to break its fall

341

I'd frame you for a murder,
put a gun in your hand
and watch you figure out how to hold it

if it would make it easier to look at you
when I say I won't be back for a while.

340

With the trees so still on the white sky,
they could have been made of steel
and a hurricane could have been coming though
until a bird shook one of the thin branches

339

One day too late for changes,
I learned the sky had always been wrong.
Then it was easier to watch them take down all the trees
that had lived beneath it so long.

338

In the waiting room, no one would tell you
what room your mother's in.
Everyone is lost but no one quite as lost as you
so stay until she's long dead anyway-
until they give you a room of your own
and can't remember why you even came in the first place.
They'll hand you a fresh blanket and you won't have a word

337

If you have to be missing an arm
for me to reach the peak
so high I'll have to drop all my things on the way
then you will, or at least I won't ever
help you look for it.

336

You never used the furniture,
said the living room reminded you of growing old
and I agreed until I mended all the tears in the curtains
and took down the dirt infested shades.

When it was all done, I invited you in
but you took the other hallway to the door.
Now you can't help but walk by it every once in a while,
I wish you knew like I do how the light reflects off of the floor.