We Lost Nikki Yesterday

And In a few months
I'll be standing on the rim 
Of the 
Grand 
Canyon
Whispering your name 
So that it doesn't echo.

As if I were some giant
Slab of a man
Spitting the spent husks
Of sunflower seeds
Into a roadside ditch

I crack
The sharp shells 
With my teeth
Deftly tonguing seeds
Into my mouth—
Salted fibers lingering
Just long enough 
To enjoy 
The sweet salinity.

'I have been here once
And I promised I would 
Never return' I think as

A bland husk flies
From my mouth,
Another seed already
In hand.

©Aaron Spicer