Last Light

this disarticulate nature of hope/ of your
 
hand’s hand’s hands/ reaching out for you/ or your
 
soul/ for whatever causes the breaking of bones/ and
 
whatever moment it be/ when you drag the clock’s
 
free hand in a frenzy/ this is the nature of hands/ to
 
reach for the fire/ and call it life or longing/ even
 
after it burns you/ when they burn you/ you will call
 
all of it branding/ name yourself something like
 
rudderless/ worthless/ be named demon or lie/
 
regardless of rejection/ the thing is that suicide/ is
 
the most loquacious/ if you light a cigarette on a
 
roof with him/ he will tell you what his real name
 
is/ where his mother was born/ how his father built
 
a beast of perpetual motion from his arms/ or his
 
fists—/ whichever sounds most violent/ look at all
 
this machinery/ clocks spinning haywire until the
 
lights go out/ throats grasping words like air/ like
 
fireflies in a mason jar/ or the last last light