lover woke up,from the dead of night slumberrolled overto hold his sweetheart closer.found her eyes rivetedon the ceiling white.what do you see, love?..
i painted you on a postcardand sent you awayto be handled by the gruff menwho deliver the mail.in the cityseventy starlings made their headlong flight..
we were two tiny dollson a cliff-topyou loved me then,when i was ugly.wrapped me in your bodyto keep the wind's lacerationsat bay.with hair barely tic..
he says,you're looking whitefrom this yearning.needing the serotoninin the sunto soothe my brittle eyesneed a loverto kiss away the guilt that liesin ..
before the crowsput their mark on my facebefore the yearsrobbed all joy from mei used to love a boywith eyes like toffee.i liked to watch him sleepwit..
the morning afteris,the morning after.if the boys last nightlooked me up and downit's because mother always said,don't let them see your frown.they do..
we buried our deadin shallow groundwith bells on their fingers.in the graveyard we lingeredhoping for a sound.that's how we lived,in a world withouteu..
i spent a nightin a foreign bedand came back to my life...the visiting baristasaw me touch my handsto my head.saw i was swayingat the bar.put his hand..
the sun stirred my slumber,the faithless loverwho has left meto perish in grey.and i found myselfin a bedwith five pairs of socksbelonging to ten slen..