Ram

Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch
in my heart two years
after you've been
ripped from me.

I find us in books now.
Ada and Inman,
Cleopatra and Antony,
Julia and Winston.

I find you in the quiet sun
that melts at noon into
ships and distant finches.

My hands are good at
shaking the shoulders of
dead things.