Landed, miscarried.
Bone-to-bone only,
The body has a
Shining pinkish string,
Naturally violin.
In real life there are no
Sweet piano notes,
Things don’t move in
S l o w motion
See me let go
Release the clutch
Amid twinkling particles
In my eyes or
Around me
It all happens to somebody
Else, not to me,
Never to me
But here I am and
The ground is cold
My feet are cold
My body is cold
But my head
And face feel hot
The ground is wet and
Sparkly and
Wet and
It’s glass, my
Glass. The ground
Grabs me like bone-to-
Bone ligaments
I can flex but not move
And my woman,
My lady,
Running and her face
Is wet like the pavement
Don’t cry, lady
My head is warm even though
My feet and hands are so cold
Don’t cry
Who knew the night was so dark
Did they turn out the
Streetlights so no-body could see me?
That’s probably smart.
I’ll be fine, back in a minute,
Just leave me in the dark
Leave me be and don’t
Cry, just leave me be.
I’ll just
Take a short
nap and be
with you
soon,
just leave
me
be
Hunger 