they speak in words i have no ear for
covered as they are in discolored stripes
and eyes more perceptive than mine reflect my openmouthed stares
inside my paperweight
i assume that they know what i'm thinking
and their foreign fumes cloud my mind with what theirs might be like
but it never occured to me
that this world used to be mine before i visited yours
before i coveted yours
before i died for yours
my old self silenced and a strange new self begun
and the atmosphere in this room
it sings with the scales of the reunion of souls
the air that no longer sustains my cells or heals my tears
burns me now
and i crave other things -- solitude, moodiness, fear.
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