she finds out the truth
in a month
she unravels him
and his cock-eyed secrets
and she is not afraid
but she needs
wishes
the truth
came from his lips
instead of glass shards
she cut her hands on
and the puzzle pieces
she bled over
-i-
and he runs
away from the trees
away from her
because he
is a calamity
he finds a place
in back-alley streets
selling
his black-and-white canvas loneliness
he cannot sleep
and he refuses to acknowledge
why
-i-
{she dances behind his eyelids,
a pyre of red
eating him alive
smiling broken smiles
in all her ashen glory
she has a reservoir of tears
and he lo
lo
lov
loves her}
