fill my mind

the wind 

is an angry friend 

slamming doors

this morning.

I awake laughing.

A cay-ote

A jackel.

I scrub bruises off my knees

as if i were shining

a wax apple.

It seems right to press

black wounds

under my eyes

so that I may 

find comfort in 

my old disguise

but i rub the dangerous

ash out of my eyelids

I turn the stove high

pull it close

like a fire

even though

sparks are floating through 

the window from outside. 

I called you the devil

so that I could 

live with the 

red sky

and 

ask you to stay alive

when we meet

time stretches

out between us like a 

telephone wire

a crow stamps his feet

under my eyes

i had it written 

down 

better

somewhere else

but i feel 

the same 

somehow

because 

it all 

fills my mind

these 

visions

of

your head 

ducking low

under a weeping

willow

your hand 

on cement 

making a fist

your lips

making a joke

and your 

heart like 

a bruised shell

too soft to hold

itself.