I met you on a spider’s web
taught that hire-wire we learned to walk
arms stretched out
but so as not to fall
into these bodies of water
whirlpools that could swallow you whole
if it doesn’t go down in the storm
it gets washed back to shore
and it’s cold
cold on this side of the road
cold on this side of the road
the last words you wrote
kept my laces tied fingernails clean
learned to pilot these heavy machines
constantly juggling the coals and the fire
still my face has grown harder
the face of my dear father
it stares back
through the eyes in the mirror at mine
and it’s cold
cold on this side of the road
cold on this side of the road
the last words you wrote
as your coal black eyes
clocks tick backwards
now sunset is dawn
night nourishes worries ignored
and when I’m all thumbs
the sun’s just a hole in the sky
and it’s cold
cold on this side of the road
cold on this side of the road
cold on this side of the road
the last words you wrote
