by such distances

what's left to do the undone and the undoing left to say was unsaid is and unsaying left against to being are and how is it in your new apartment it'll be a while until i can visit and you never gave me the address left to hold unthinking and was left to will unleaving and they're gonna bury me in this body i just know it but the box won't fit the both of us the frame can’t bear the weight you might tire of the nearness but how could they speak of us either without the other? left to wonder how is it all really decided the concrete and copper the flour and lemon peel i walked past a vigil last night unnamed by candles many unnaming and i cried not for her but for that great failure of imagination through which we find ourselves separated by such distances