dissolves
into dust. My boyfriend
turned to rust. He tarnished as specks
hanging from my eyes. His memory
crystalized.

Everything I touch
breaks –
the vase that holds the flowers
my spirit by the hours.

Everything I touch
crumbles
as the leaves
underneath my feet. My hands
are made of tacks, poking holes
in men’s backs.
  
Everything I touch
fades
as the shade
on a scorching summer’s day –
The grass is yellow and thin
like my skin.  Pulled and stretched
as straw. And my youth
is no more.