He doesn’t trust her.
She doesn’t know why.
She just wonders, why did I settle for
this almost house on the plains,
miles from anyone who’d notice
the way my smile glows.
He doesn’t say much.
He smolders efficiently.
He looks at his boys and thinks,
for them I can keep this going.
She storms away from accusation,
plans for the second time to escape
a nothing town. She wants to be
something better, a phoenix
born of pigeons.
He walks in his sleep,
kisses his boys goodnight.
hoping that one love is enough.
He tries to find a solid piece of flame
But he’s an invisible man
and she shines so brightly,
he can see through his own skin.
The boys shake their rattles,
eat paste-like food from jars.
They cry when they’re hungry
when it’s not enough
the invisible man disappears,
and the woman of the pigeons learns
that a phoenix is born of ashes.