You want
to be alone and that’s ok. Stay away in
the umbra
like a
cat stalking sibilantly hissing and meowing hugging
my leg
purring you shadow. You need to be alone
and that’s ok.
Pray
with lips hushed mouthing memories so they project
on blank
ceilings and on clouds you storm. You
must be alone
and
that’s ok. May showers blossom flowers
flailing near the
Sun one
of the petals prances to its death you slayer.
You are
alone
and that’s ok. Days spin by like a wheel
wailing down a
dirty
hill till a ditch slaps it into the sky diving into space
you stinging
star.
