shovel to the root

in a convalescent vacancy

and you, you’re dissolute

removed from such elusive worth

i’m divorcing you from me

swinging spade-tip

where the wood splits near the earth

you don’t have to hide

at a painful distance

i can’t move for these roots

the world reduced to kicking rocks

in deep soliloquies

in a forest without leaves

you don’t have to run in fear

i can’t breathe

they’re choking me

our arrogance like chains

at lengths to let me drop

beneath your weight

between your arms

a vacancy