The two of us in the grass, lying back,
'Face to face with the sky.'
From this pinnacle to daylight's decline
Our hearts were as buoyant
She laced the language with doubletalk.
At level best she meant the opposite of what she would say.
For example, she cut me down, but from a cross,
Despite telling her I sensed death most days.
Mouth like a fist.
Two bubbles above the chin
Just below the mouth.
Long hair, darker than blonde.
'I'm 20. That man fed me every day.
This is my daughter. She's 6 days old.
I also carry shame.'