The perfect light of resplendence

In between certain places

In between places

when our bodies were done
we found ourselves
more or less in ashes

bound to a mantle
we caught glimpses
of ourselves through
creases in open doors

the children were scared
and peered into our urns
the cat ran away

we attended the wake
wakeful and filled with space

somewhat surprised
at the turnout we were

still warm
empty
alive and
ultimate

We were the metaphor


it took us a long time driving too long
too long a long time on the road
beating off on chemical sweat to cleanse
each other, flagellating words against each
others backs but
                    once we crashed
                          sick in each other
                 we caught up
                to the metaphor
we were the car
hoary, run-down
and speeding
way too fast