came to me on icebergs
and bonded cell ties
and write up these letters
to question your reasons
for coming and leaving
to carry the summer
in allies and basements
you washed yourself clean
my sockets are swimming
my sockets are empty

the claim that
wire had covered your heart
and the claim that
water had entered your lungs
they called you a martyr
and they cut off your ties to the city
they called you a traitor
and they cut off your ties to the south

came to me in paintings
that highlight the sun
it branded the concept
of living and lying
to forgive the layout
and rewrite the history
a four sided story
a moundbuilders dream
my sockets are swimming
my sockets are empty