An explosion rocked no one
but a few birds were left shaken;
she slipped out of her skin
and left it for him,
another piece gone but not missing.
A ship somewhere is lost
with only soggy embers
falling in the eyes of fish
and he folds himself into a square
hoping to fit into what’s expected
because nobody wants the dreamer
to take the lead.
A sliver of salvation
grabs hold of them by the wrist
but it’s a tenuous connection,
undone and redone
until the idea of being saved
is as redundant as a daytime moon.