Thursday, July 8, 2010

Welcome Back

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.