Thoughts of Two

by Zuri McWhorter

my embered thoughts
with the final drops of resistance,
let the lonely shadow leak in

it echoes

in the half of me where my tame used to live
it settles and twitches, conjures misters and misses
out of Manchester moons and resonating blues,
crisis, clearance, and divine interference

no, no, I insist

sweep me deep beneath the undertow
where the mystic and listless accrue
because only when I am alone
do I think these thoughts of two