His jaw has fallen and said bones smooth away.
You finger for the shape of him with your hands.
But these teeth won't twitch or tongue a word.
His mouth rounds over and you don't recognize him.
The skin's so loose you could slip on his face.
And with a few flicks gestures lay into place again.
You speak his words that you've written on your hand.
But with no voice to match they spit up in your lap.
And people laugh because they don't recognize it.
Can you sincerely incant to bring him back?
Can you be a girly man and let him go?
Or will you just slip into his empty skin?
Plant his lonely bones and be his puppet ghost.
Until there are only his words left to say.
Until you are nothing but his sweet jackie-o.
Until you don't recognize yourself.
