My ears are dripping from my head
they pool like a puddle in big circles, running together in seas of sound
I am an oak tree
I can feel myself stretching towards the sun, towards the sky,
It is dark with bright stars that cover my eyes like the patches over pirates eyes from the books I read as a child

when you died my skin was scraps of paper at the bottom of a waste basket, I walked with stars in my eyes and smoke in my lungs
and sang to the apple trees, I was a tree my skinny branches reaching towards the same sky I sang to and with every breath the sky sang back
gone gone gone