We circled about, two lost fishbowl souls, two moons side by side in orbit, in a house that couldn’t hold the two of us.

And I thought about killing her, about the walls running red around me. I thought about the darkness that had gotten the better of us. Yeah. I thought maybe I’ve never been to Chicago but I knew what I could do. I dreamed of killing her, and it felt alright, yeah.

And what did I did I do? Did I train dogs or race rats?

I didn’t do a goddamn thing, that’s what I did. Waited for my love to accrue, waited a damn long time. And one day I came home and she was gone, as though a thought stole her away. The wind and the dust in my head, the noise that keeps me awake- I think I’m angry still.

Alone in this house with the darkness and the work it has to do.