Spinning wild Mild grinning Thinning child To come from a hard place Distillation of concentration Blindly chiding a dry place The taste of desert upon The lips fingerprints of sand Her hands upon his hips Glass emptied to the pavement And cracked in multiplicities Reflections A gray film upon the moon Shadows ex’d etched Across a wounded place A dark space trace of a Face with tears gone dry Replace. Her lips with something More reminiscent of nothing Anxiety of separation of Self To come from a nowhere place All at once
And be left behind