born barefoot
lightning smack midsummer

thunder clap from
some miles away

grey eyed child
all the better to
fill with color

no one's ever called me anything like queen
sat at a table for many
snipping cannabis leaves
shedding something else too

and the blood drained
from my face
the trees drained
down to us,
the underbrush,
the creatures trailside

when the lacquer wore off
we started shedding something else

something so transparent
must be new,
looked through,
must stand to be clouded

when the sun rises
i try to blink it away

your new girlfriend,
my new someone
and all the old ones too

if i want to live the right way
i can't lie the light away

a color i've never seen before
talks to me about my
problems with men

two steps ahead of me
so i let him lead
let him tell me everything i know

let him face me with a truth
stark as a steeple
leftover from days when believers
flocked in droves to high places

and i thought
maybe we can only be worth
what we're willing to give away

maybe our deaths and our debts
lie latent
until the final tally

maybe i'll always have
problems with men
and no matter what i do
they'll never have anything
to do with Jesus

a color i've never seen before
talks to me about how
i'm the problem
and i laugh
and i try

a surprise packed
into a pack of royals
held knightly between two long fingers,

funny how we both picked up the habit
when the bottom dropped out.

but he's always been balanced
even, even
used to find rhythms
tapped nightly into the back of my held hand

i still feel the pulse
like it could still be springtime
like he might still smile at the thought
of me and God in the same room

like the way he hears things
in his head
i was just wondering if my voice
was one of them

like liquid love
heaven reflected
face to face

molten with light
and the heat of all living things

evening gulls
gathering, scattering, chatter-sing
lifted marionette wings

caught in the sway
resting in the rock

fly, fly away, fly away

bleached blacktop
misfit machine

come haystack or handbag
inner elbow

dope up good
keep the flies off

tide taken
ad absentia
an omen's worth

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