There was this way you coughed
Before you’d laugh
That would let me know
You didn’t want to

Where has your furniture gone?
Did you leave it at your last apartment?
You couldn’t fit it in the van?
Did you move here by yourself?

Your friends haven’t heard from you
In one year
Three months
Five days

Why didn’t you tell anyone?
Was that really an accident?
Where did that car come from?
Were you waiting for it?

I remember when you told me
You could hear your name everywhere
When you’d been dumping
And filling for one week straight

What was that?
Do you feel your heart giving out?
Has the bile dripped into your words yet?
Are they watching you?

You were pretty when you
Smoked Gudang Garam and
Waited for me in the snow and
Nearly froze to death

Who were you?

You were porcelain.
Sunken like your cheeks.
Perfect on film,
And I almost captured you.