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.