.
frozen time, open window
a cry of deer stuck in my throat
along with your name
the white spotless landscape of my heart
breaks again,
the summer keeps evaporating
my real smile surfaces and floats
like a dying fish, waiting for
needy hands, hungry lips,
hot oil, cold plate, and a decent death
the radio that plays on repeat
every song i hate,
the fork that traces the outline of my eyes
this empty life, my clean small bones
lying in the sunlit backyard of your world.
it rains in my heart 