the last

Eyes know the closure
when it's time
all birds are cuckoos
on that day my dearest
all cuckoos fly into clocks
and the mechanism entrails
spit out the papers for my notes
I write about
how much I loved you
how good I was
I wish you remembered me
how wrong I was
my injustice weighs
two prehistoric skeletons
I am more frightened of scales
than anorexic of twelve and
on that day my dearest
I am looking at planes
I wish you knew
that Atlanta is not
the greatest airport
your eyes operate
an infinity of departures