Mix it slowly-
silver spoon...
I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...
Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...
And you wonder--who is
awake at this hour? people like me...
Your lips
pressed softly...
I gave you every chance
to prove that you were real...
I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...
Red hands and red eyes
Scars beneath new red lines...
If I dive down
deep...
I sat
in the sun...
Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin...
Empty
empty...