Bitten Apples

the night evaporated in little pieces. a slender icicle in the coffin of time.

something so small that weighs more than it should. 

we scattered our dimes. the stolid maps of strangers whose faces we've misplaced. heavy windows left open in the rain.

something so near that fails to reach us. 

touch built its straw houses. and the truth blew them down. we closed the door on the room. but the walls still wanted more. 

something so distant that still knows how to find us. 

we held our breath. as we drowned in the taste of wanting. humbled to learn.

that something we'd only just found could already be lost.