Emma

Emma cries as she takes deep breaths in the dead of night "I don't know why i try so hard to be in tune with everything" Paces 'round the room where senators sing The cathedral lights over golden arches open nights A Magritte tableau of complementary colors fading away Blues and pinks and yellows muted in grey When you decide to go Going nowhere with nobody around Do you remember the last time we sat on a park bench in 2016 What does it mean when you decide to go You memorize every stitch that formed your bed of lies As you sit there, threadbare, tearing at the seams that lulled you to sleep Monuments, museums, nothing to keep When you decide to go, and everybody knows But they don't see the shrapnel in your bedsheets Eager captors in your head since 2016 7/11, negative four Ready and able to settle the score Better to bury the best of before See you again when you're ready for more