Now I'M the One Who Must Go

after all these I’m the one who must leave I’m the one who must find the door after your howling gales after turning this heart into a mudroom cluttered with scratchy bites I’m the one who must go with nothing—with only my pajamas on the judge says for the sake of the children I’m the one who must leave from my many years of labor live in a frozen car like one facing expulsion and with a heart muffled and breath stabbed I must leave like nature rips apart the moon from the sun and night from day as if to wave off stiff icy mitts and look forward to spring when you can’t fold winter under your armpit now I’m the one who must leave from everything, since everything remains a testimony of how dangerous I could be is it true that when love begins to sicken it speaks in many tongues for the judge to believe and the people around become lunatics with crab heads