inside everyone you
know,
there is someone you don't
know.

Old rugged jeans
I couldn't throw away
Because in it's tiny little pockets
I am keeping, the pieces
of broken dreams
and broken us

hands fell from what
they could never hold,
settled in seawater.
were written away
by changing currents.
indelible marks left
traceless, bony digits
passed through clarity.
an instant ten-count
wash of blood, Jesus
Christ where'd they go?
they raised themselves
in answer, and worked
across a face that awakened.