This morning is more punch drunk love than punching bag. I called twice to tell you I love you. A voiceless voicemail, woods lost in the suburbs. I bought a compass from the compass store but threw it out after I lost the directions. Where do you go when you go where you go? I’m trying not to notice which way you moved on, but every river points toward you. Inside every earthquake is another memory aging away in a flock of birds. How much more honey do I need? I want to magic eight ball my way back home. Shake the world until it sees what I see. Shake the world until everything topples over and what is left standing is nothing but the spaces between what brings us spaces.
Brent Piller is the co-author (along with Anhvu Buchanan) of the mini-chapbook Which Way to Go or Here (Platypus Press, 2016). He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.