I stare into the mouth of the abandoned train tunnel
and see only feathers. The old Rite Aid is now a haunted house.
The world I gave up looks at me with three dark eyes.
One of them is glass and I can’t tell which.
The ring that could have been mine flutters down to the starry
bottom of the pool. She looks nothing like me.
Her heart is a dinner table with starched napkins.
This lion I just met at dinner opened his glittering mouth
and asked me to place my head inside.
I am not afraid.