Jetsabel Removes the Undesirables

My brother finds comfort in calculators

He assigns every number a name

He believes that they add up to certainty and he is upset with fractions that remain

So I examine these maps with my eyes and at best I can trace with my

Finger all the way to that town where she went an attempt to forget the cracks and the lines of my face

So Jetsabel cleaned out the closets for me and she piled the boxes in the hall

Tomorrow when she wakes she'll come take them away and they will never haunt me again

But it is still hard to sleep with the moons heavy beams

I run barefoot to the backyard, just to freeze in my place by the wrought iron gate, too afraid and ashamed to advance

Today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones

They were in rows like the weeks on calendars where each box is a day that you can never escape, without pills or the poison of sleep

These memories leak from these faucets that weep

Hot tears splash against the shower floor and I stand in the steam as if inside a dream--

I can see her again by the sink from behind the bathroom mirror she pulls a thermometer and placed it under my tongue

She said "you are as pale as a sheet, you look awful my sweet lay down and wait for the sun."

So I stayed in that bed. She brought me water and read each night from a volume out loud

She whispered soft poetry

Her favorite was Anabel Lee

And those words, like these drugs comforted me

But the clocks kept waving their hands and she could not understand why my temperature would never drop

And although she promised with tears that she would always be here I heard truth like the sounding sea

I said, "My Arienette, oh how soon you'll forget this house will never be your home

And you will leave in the fall when the trees become graves and their color lie dead in the grass."

Gold and green torture me like the lies I believe too easily

Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made

If you want maybe drop by sometime put some flowers on my grave

So that I will look beautiful in my silent sepulchre

Yeah that's fine throw those dresses away I don't want anything of hers

For the moon never shines and the stars never rise without bringing me dreams

Haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes