On Cheating

Why not?
Purpose and doubt
Form a trail down her face
And fade into
Thin collarbones.

She may as well
Be on the moon.

Cracks on sidewalks
Are craters for her
Or portals to a world
Where bones break even.
Whatever for

If we cannot?
It's a small thing.

Really, why seek
What is in the hearth?
Remains of another day
Another night
Old life.

She is a walker
Without a helmet
Oxygen on exhale
Long road breathed in.
She is. She was

Lost long ago
Lost again
In every blank roaming
A closed door.
Why not? What for?