did i catch you flying past?
wonder woven in your breast
with leaves like folded feathers
and slopes like
sleeping doves?

did i miss something you said?
nothing ever seemed so sad
as the day i turned away
from your love.

i slung a string of sour words
in a blind and seething rage
then one day i stumbled out into the sun

curses stuck between my teeth,
i saw a sea of porcelain cheeks
and i would die
if i could just turn one.