What Still Stands

You left me like a tornado leaves a town.

Trailers everywhere.

On Main Street,

a piece of my heart, still standing.

Somewhere a girl wakes up in color.

Not here.

Here, Mrs. Diehl brings a casserole.

The Peterson boys run chainsaws until dark.

A kid two counties over finds us by their lake,

glossy, creased, both of us smiling.

Nobody asks how I am.

They hand me a hammer.