spool

you pulled my stray thread.
string spun from down power lines
& creeping kudzu. all the days i spent, 
crouched in television static
trying to pull a fishing wire 
from the mouth of a dead girl.
around & around the spool.
how tightly have you wrapped 
your life? mine has been a bowl 
of fists. clinging to my own neck
like a kite's throat. 
you keep unraveling me & we find 
birds nests & bullet cases.
playbills & bottle caps.
the thread lays in ribboned innards.
all my race tracks & telephone arteries.
you make me come apart in
the ways i always needed. an outlet
with a priest inside. an extension cord 
leading back to the moon. 
i glow. shear the fur off 
a wandering sheep. become a shepard.
let the grass grow as tall
as it wants. there is no neighborhood 
or mailbox, just any silken tether
we can always find
& follow back to one another. 
in our fresh dark
i make my own orpheus & 
we come to the underworld.
let us never leave here. i want to be
undone again & again. 
i want to be your silver cloud.