Notion
of hope
Leaving the body

Nights
without fear,
dreams or poetry.

Minding
One's own
business. I alone

in
temporary blindness
see strange shadows

skin
that refuse
to be touched

commemorating
love- folded
inside a handkerchief

turn
implicit kindness
into a wall

of
quiet weeping
that you drown

in
the morning
with dark coffee