And Did It All Go


by Jennifer Moore



Leave a note pinned

to the lampshade tell me


where you’ve been
resting, tell me where


in resting

your hair has fallen



in the folds


of your thinned sleeve or

along the curve


of a thorn

and then tell me how


to let this salt go

from its ceiling of air


how to unfasten these

buttons and tell me what


can you say to an evening

that never leaves