XIII

XIII.

Today I look like a supermodel

They say, I don’t know what I’m doing here

Posing with no camera, just shooting

For tips to pay my taxes

I’m dressed all in black, I taste

Like fall around the knee caps

And smoking out back, trying

To let in some wind to move me

Past this part of the path

I don’t think there’s anything left here the shadows are scattered and

It’s dark ahead and how should I know

If this beats being dead but I’m human

A human with a womb and I burn

Fires if it means I’m creative

If my drinking gets a little loose

I’ll garder myself back in and out

Of my comfort zone until home

Is just a place I’ve been

Just a burden I’ve carried unwilling

To let go of the dread

A simple bracelet can make due.

I could keep collecting my phrases

Like the ashes on my phone screen

A spot in the shade and the wind

Is but a hint of the heat

Of the sun beside me

I don’t want to touch it