After searching
out some castle off the Carolina
coast,
and finding it,
and finding that the world, after
all, isn’t as small as a turquoise
army winking
at Lon Chaney as the wolf
bane blooms
for the very last time, in
love, or at
the very least, on fire.
After all this,
we come home to
Alcatraz
to find the old house up for sale,
and the right-hand-man
to the stars already forgetting
our secret names. Hiroshima, we come home
to Alcatraz, and Emily sleeps, David
too exhausted to save her
tonight, and the world asleep, and the world the same, when
something stirs in the dark.