Periphery

I pushed aside all the love in my periphery

In hopes of getting ravaged like a carcass by an animal in heat

Under oak trees, the cloak of orange shrivelled down to bones

And in her shadow I am twisting to the rhythm of the lone

Whistle in the distance

Pulling me to corridors and western suburbs

Back to old flames and their mothers

Waterfronts and educations

Picket fences and carnations

Serving as reminders of the reasons I must leave it all behind