a hat needs a head



don’t cry, my lovely one
my flesh, my bone
my beating heart

don’t wail, and flail, and beat your fists against the sky

don’t think of him
don’t remember his lips whispering
warm dreams into your ear

don’t think of days in the fields
grass pressed against your naked back

the sound of him
the weight of him
the scent of cold metal and rust

don’t remember him

“I’ll be home