Stares down, the grey
moon, fixedly...
Like the banana peel
thrown on the sidewalk, you...
digging deep into
her pockets she pulls out handfuls...
Nightly she whispers to me
Overcasting emotions while...
The triangle-
right-angled. Pythagorean...
Like a snake
it moves...
You decline to speak-
to listen...
In suddenness, I will
write a poem for you...
Refusing to be
healed...
Stoma
opens, ejects the scream...
Overreaching for chemical signs
and word for word...
It is so beautiful here,
miles of wilderness...