“I see He Seas”

I tie your presence to things that remind me of something,

Anything.

Nothing can be replaced.

What am I not saying?

Microphones hold the remains of bones I once kept inside of my closet.

There is nothing new for me to shout about, to write about, to cry about.

but you,

Keep sending me blue,

In nail polish color, on coffee mugs, Tv screens

and on the bedroom walls of a stranger.