You Will Know Her Disappearance

You will know her disappearance
By the knife left upon your pillow’s case

A corpse with its hand
Stuck in a beehive

Glacier of blood

You will count the nights apart
On your remaining fingers

In the wet cave of your loneliness
You will spoon the knife against your naked frame

You will dream of the knife standing
At the window like she used to

And the knife will become her in a phosphorescent dress
And she will become the moon in the black sky
And the moon will leave you