every day i slave away with matted hair and a face of gray a neutral near, a hostile far a passive glance at passing cars a teardrop lake inside a sea a lotus plant in skulls of tea a vapor sky, a splash of lye echoed calls of radio cries a hidden wish leaves yellowed bones a sour thought turns love to stones that plug your stomach and drill your feet with wants and wishes, with cravings sweet that pull you under a wicked tide an anchored flight, but then she died so how could i