Today I killed
the last piece
of love
inside me.
I fed it poison
and watched it
convulse and die
as the cicadas rotated
shifts in my ears.
Yesterday a blind woman
touched my face
as I carried her through
the desert to
the Holy Lake in the mountains.
She touched my face
and asked me to put her down;
she no longer wanted my help
because she knew my
nothing was greater than hers.
Tonight I drink the shadows
of your name, heavy with
time.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Today I killed
the last piece
of love
inside me.
I fed it poison
and watched it
convulse and die
as the cicadas rotated
shifts in my ears.
Yesterday a blind woman
touched my face
as I carried her through
the desert to
the Holy Lake in the mountains.
She touched my face
and asked me to put her down;
she no longer wanted my help
because she knew my
nothing was greater than hers.
Tonight I drink the shadows
of your name, heavy with
time.
