my father
held
himself
until his
wedding
maybe a
month more
and I – I
held myself
for zero
seconds
then
fifteen minutes
two weeks
now –
perhaps one
day
I will –
– hold
myself
until a
wedding
maybe a
month more
but after
my bones
will become loose –
fill the
space with the cracking
of my
mother’s knees –
– of her
walking past me saying
you don’t try enough
