Caught Laughter in an Unfurnished Room

i’m a loser for beauty—

rainbow shard kitchen bubbles,

pruned skin,

spider web guitar strings,

frost-heaved headstones,

unshaved gravediggers setting to work,

time-puckered apples

in defunct-rusted orchards,

violin amber of human talk,

rheumatic fingers of whiskey

when i remember you gone.