You’re past the expiration date

She said.

I couldn’t figure out what she meant

The way her lips moved like string cheese

Falling as each

Flappy

word

fell.

She crossed her eyes

Like reversing time.

Festering,

Her blinks could stop traffic.

If only she could stop.

Maybe then,

I would understand the depth of her words.

It grew cold.

My head slowed down.

I could see her peeling layers.

Saran wrap,

Stretched upon a snowy sky

Pale with green.

A drop in the sink.

She reached for me,

in the space

that had become frozen.

For a moment

I understood the silence.