Viola Pantoum

The cop asked me one poignant question on the bridge of our bad marriage—did I
miss playing viola?…..The morning

lay un-composed, at the bridge of our bad marriage. I don’t remember
answering.

The morning lay un-composed, while the cop stalked a woodland killer.

……………I don’t remember answering, the willow’s legato
leaves unfurled.

While the cop stalked a woodland killer, he seemed to forget we’d
married the willow’s legato leaves, unfurled.

While the cop emptied his chamber—he seemed to forget we’d married:

…..my super power is evanescence.

……….While the cop emptied his chamber, I slept in his uniform shirt.