I remember that comet
Stamped so purely on my white
skin; like some maiden voyage
in my bloodstream.
It quickened, it seems
and I follow through with every
breath; dilated pupils and short, stout
beats.
Though through the coming earthquakes
I screamed aloud at nighttime
when the bitterness was bittersweet
and I couldn’t take that beating anymore.
But I got knocked down—
When you knocked at my door
Late at night
With the fog still clearing;
My blood shone then, right through my skin
And the comet shot out
As my breath quickened and
I wonder when it makes its
Second spin
Straight through this porcelain
And stops the racing
And all my shortcomings
For a silence.