no longer an apartment,
one longline hook on a
spool of rooms, more apart-
ness even than -ment. Truly,
my love, we have been part-
ed over long, spent too much
time on the phone, a part
of that long web of missing,
traveling from your apartment
to mine, or vice versa,
perfecting our apar-
tist art. Now you’re here, deplaned,
long delay-frazzled (a
part too often of these flights).
We’ve been six weeks apart,
weeks I’ve not called this place home.
Now call this apartment
abode, bower. Come to bed.