ROOMFUL OF EXES
Every day was like mac ‘n’ cheese
Life fit neatly in a label maker
One August we floated on men of war
Jettisoned into a Jewish wedding
But soon domesticated ourselves
With a doorman and a siamese who’d only drink from faucets
You obsessed with photographing strays
I, meanwhile, alphabetizing your LPs
Eventually you’d meet someone online
Equally eager to raise gingerbread children
I’d storm out on you on the night of a blizzard
Suitcases in hand, stocked full of Canadian honey
I felt the loneliness of a big fish in a small bowl
I broke the five strings
When your mom died I kept your voicemail
Like a firefly
Flight of the dragonfly 