I gave up
on hopes of sleep

In April

I threw away my name,
buried it in the alley

In April

I spread my limbs real thin

In April

I kissed bodies far from my own,
******* and thighs and hair,
reached for them all like
the used smiles on my lips

In April

I think I was a robot

In April

My eyes were dry
so I collected people's tears,
caught them in a bowl
and splashed them on my cheeks
when they asked me
why








*This piece is a mimic of Ruth Madievsky's poem, 'One Spring.'