I saw three sunsets once
I saw three sunsets once
Behind suburbia, under the buzz of power lines
I sat atop a hill
bugs having their way with my flesh.
I don't know if it was the wind, or the woman singing in my ear
but I cried
rhapsodies of praise and color.
The cosmic Changing of the Guard
If I ripped a hole in a cardboard box
and shined a dying flashlight through it, anything
maybe I could relive the way we held hands
as the clouds gave way to the sun's touch.
I kissed you in front of the home of my stranger
smiled and pressed our bodies together.
An interlude in a place that no longer belonged to me
Your dissonance became my destiny
a decaying fruit, the labor of your shattered halves.
When I sat atop the same hill, weeping with Sky
choking on the echo of twenty years
between gasps I asked
Would you kill me if my voice became yours?
Father, when I close the door, does the knife leave its drawer.
I ached for days
