mt st helens

mt. st. helens looks so familiar to me
i know what it is
to be changed on a cellular level,
and always erupting
from a singularity of purpose

because you’re always missing
and i’m always missing you

and even when my voice cracks
looking in the rear view
i see it spelled out like blinking lights
near a railroad crossing

the hole will always feel bigger
than all of the things i put inside

and loving you means missing you
and it erupts inside of me

all day long