Second Person

walk away while you can don’t dash your heart against

“Keep Out” you are safe with me because I’m you

generally speaking

don’t flip or freeze we’re sort of snowflakes piled

on top of each other until things heat up

and we melt together

though I was theoretically me until disrupted on Facebook

seeing you (a different you, not you you) had had

a sudden, fatal heart attack a year ago

your Face there as I remember with a grin as if we are

still friends though you are gone

but as long as you are

staring at me

what do you want me to do with the nickel you pressed

in my palm          phone me sometime    soon you said

don’t take so long