I am alone.
Aren’t we all, though?
I have ghosty pictures in my head
of him, and her.
And they.
Show me the way?
Someone?
Won’t you please?
I can’t find it,
that damned way.
I can’t stand on both legs anymore.
I can’t breathe through both lungs.
My left eye has gone blind
The right one sees wrong.
It shows me that EVERYTHING
is like a fumbling cloud which is
trying to decide if it wants to fall down
or just keep hanging around.
I relate to the fumbling. But maybe you already know that about me.