What do you think of me?
this slight cloud
this puddle, this early morning
vapor
...
Morning In The City
What do you think of me?
this slight cloud
this puddle, this early morning
vapor
I would give anything to be
substantial
whole
a fearsome fire that could
consume you
The thing that trickled from your veins
when I cut you,
(early in the morning
as I watched you sleep,
and the birds stared down electrocution
on the wire outside our window) ,
And watched you
die.