Don’t argue now, just replace

the off-white milk,

scoop the cotton limbs of cloth

into loose armfuls,

smoke your cigarette outside,

burn the brown of it beside

damp mulch.
Argue about the

angle of the light,

the pull of the steel-blue ocean rip

or how long you can use sandpaper

before it’s ineffectually

smooth.

Just don’t argue about

why she is lost

and why