you were here.

to be backwards through a hole 

is courageous.

back first

eyes to the orange trees

the sun sounds like a crying violin

i want to wrap my lips around your sad eyes

draw out your tears

slow like a needle and thread

shaky hands sew up my mouth

i don't know why i am.

or where i will.

if i let you block out sounds of the sun

and close my eyes

i can be courageous.

you are black, flat, thin

your shadow is where i might be.

the edge of the end

holds us.