months roll over and into themselves
and each week collapses into ashes
we are buried & the weight of all that time
but this is not Pompeii—
the eruption here is gradual.
we are still more than hollow spaces.
the threads that link us fray
and stretch and buckle, the tension
mounting; both of us are pulling.
synergy is our antithesis.
there are barriers between us:
sturdy concrete, gravel-studded
(the Romans couldn't have done better)
still, sometimes you make me wish for earthquakes.