Fragments of Id in the midst of poppies

 

There was a time
when I wore
the subtle stench of death
like cologne
the story told
by the reflective glass
I did not recognize
as my own
my bones ached
for a home I could not give them
and the darkness
that surrounded me
could not be pierced
by any light
save yours

from my soon to be released book Sid & Mary ( Opal )