blue-eyed sky

a feather arc up and out
traces line
across mind
pins spine of thoughts
on a single
stroke

once

you
stormed through flowers in spring
left your sweat
on my door
wrote your pleas
on purple blossoms

i

pushed you away
butterflies
in my hands

the blue-eyed sky cried

a canary sang
alone in a cage
pinned to the side
of a house
in Valparaiso

and it sang

you

found me
smeared paint
against my walls
showed the world
your red slashed mouth
pushed me to the ground
mugged me of my indifference

o that night

now i

run writhing
through narrow cobblestone streets
watched by dogs with hard

noses

piece by piece i

take off my clothes
string them from
lamposts
see light refracted

from a single

teardrop