Golden pew by the windowsill,

hold my aching body.

Lying low beneath me, city lights

flash, their crystalline glow interrupted.

She washes my mouth with soap,

scrubbing away the sin.

Where you have gone, fading absence leaks

shadows of  taxi cabs

across the kitchen that smells of nutmeg.

Telephone chord,

wrap around my elbows.

Pinpricks in the air like sharp hurricanes.

That devil you speak of?

He never bothered me much.

My love, for you.

Interrupted.

Plane ticket on the floor, push me

closer to the place I fled.

She is still here, covered in nutmeg,

soap dropped in the tub.

You, Alabama.

Skin too thin, let him bleed blue on the carpet.

Take his ghost away before I feel the chill of  

Life, interrupted.