all change
And all at once,
like the discovery of Babel,
we will make strangers of each other.
Your words will lose their meaning
and mine will make
a sense that you don’t understand.
In seconds I will be emptied of sameness,
made wrong to you
like Hercules’s wife to Hercules.
Like Juno, you will ash me in one flick
into our grey-beige carpet.
When you move
and the landlord finds the stain,
He will call it a burn mark.
