running, late
you ran past
never looking
my way
train came
you went
I'm still here
wheat paste
and ink,
paper sodden
with tears
one day, I tiptoed
across the kitchen,
without a sound
the door open, the world
beyond me
those steps, so many
my feet, were so few
but in a moment, I was
flying, down those many
with my feet, just two
the rough, scraping
of that very last
step, was a kiss
upon my toes
the noise
in my head screams
too, too loudly
I can’t hear
when you say
you love me
woken in the night
a goodbye wrapped
in newsprint, crumpled
on the dirty linoleum
beside me, spent
fortune cookies
and chewed up
chopsticks
I wrestle, again
with this sorrow
the broken wing
of an embittered hawk
to rest my head at night
a tattered nightlight
of a moon, crawling in
through the window
just to be strangled
by an old curtain
shattered glass
on the floor
blackbirds
pecking
at my flesh
there are no words
to speak this truth
it is hidden, in my bones
and under my eyelids
I have tucked it inside
the flesh of my heart
and I carry it in my lungs
this truth rests, silently
on my lips, and it leaps
from my hands
it cannot be,
yet is forever
me.
screaming
silence
shatters
my eyes
spin in circles
stopping to breathe
when this bells begins to sing