rain stick flick
I look up all the time at houses
These days just as
Someone inside turns the lights off,
Goes away, goes
To sleep. Leaves me
In the dark. I am
Fickle falling in
And out of love
When I was old the
City burned down, made charcoal
Of studios and
Grocery stores, dentists’s offices
The air stained gray.
It smudged on my face, in my
I laid my baby at the big stone feet
And got younger.
I cut off a
Thumb for justice.
Every blade of grass you bend is
Me bending over the
Blistered table top counting off
I let you slip
Against the side of the well.
I let you go
There’s a way I love you that tastes like ink, that turns me
Blue, that sinks like a stone in my heart.