I lost a tooth, a ring, and my weirdo shirt, 
the chapbook I tore apart and put together  
in the middle of the night, 
and that one girl’s laptop.

I still have the pictures we took near midnight;  
eyes too big for my face and head recently shaved,  
new heartbreak learned in my body. The too quiet nights  
jarring in the dark, limbs buzzing— 

On the train the fluorescent lights  
were blinding and my brain was addled  
by sleepless weeks and weeks.  
That girl’s laptop was in a tote bag in my hands and then it wasn’t  
and I was on the platform watching the train disappear.  
How helpless I felt. How everyday was that very day; 
the way everything splintered—

how the world sang. The way  
I could conjure earthquakes;  
The cold of my first winter.  
The way I came alive and burned.

***

I wish I could take it back; in your childhood bed,  
how it was my face without me behind it  
and my hands without my touch as they slipped out of view. 
I wish I could take back that messy breakfast, a racket at dawn,  
the hours smudged by time. Did I eat it? Did I clean up  
after myself? Enamored by the sharp yellowness of the yolk,  
its flavor buttery in my mouth.

I wish I could take it all back; in the hospital,  
ravaged by every dark impulse,  
your mother sitting across from me, promising me  
I would never step foot in her house again. 

The girl I had been, lost  
among the roots behind your house.  
In a black wig, holding a cigarette,  
enchanted by the whispering leaves.  
My footsteps in the snow.