Granite

Odd, she said, how routines
Can ruin you, can run

The life right out
Of a body that tingled

Once, that hummed.
Funny, she said, how eccentricities

I loved are burdensome, are
Tedious. Leave me to my own

Devices. Curiosity lies
Dormant like the house cat it killed,

She said. And then she said
Her arms were numb

Around me, her lips
Were dead, were granite.