the fiction of the ring
07.25.08 / 1:11 am

i take off the ring every night before i go to sleep,
afraid to lose it in the dream -
a method of procrastination as i've lost everything,
but still, i hold on to the ring.

i swear by it, seal secrets to its length,
imprinted in the wax on every letter.

it is, at once, the love i shared with another,
the easy feeling of clean, tilled earth,
brilliant rays of a blinding sun just over the hill,
and every uncomfortable good bye.

it feels the chill and takes even breaths
as i bury my losses in its band.