radiator better

Becca Wild
when you leave, 
everything is still & i can hear the radiator better.
i could talk about the banks of this house &
how they seem to be made of water
sometimes
but i might lose myself there
& i lose myself there.

instead the cavities of my arms fall 
and think i hear your gravel 
as a moon lights you up 
& creaks in its track, smaller
smaller.

and sink into ella’s room,
try to put it so she might understand
or somebody else,
because you seem to.