The life blood of pain
Coursing through the engines
Of pain
The recapitulation
Of the beginning and the end
and
“those last words she spoke”

Tears never reconstruct
What was
Do they not only water
the fields of grief?
Oh how love can be the desiccant
Of the heart


Once
Somewhere on a dry desolate dust covered
river of a road
A girl, naked
Laying in the back seat
Trying to match the color of the moon
Said
“maybe”
“tears are there to sooth the sutures
that join
what was.... with what will be”
“I don’t know”