Birds

October 18, 1995

can i see behind those lines?

it is hard. and it is
tricky to do.

i see to and want.
to know?
do you see me?

do you see behind this
curved line
on my head
that some
claim
a smile?
do you see that it’s a wince that makes my face that way.
do you see
that
pain that’s wedged within me.
Foolish! How could I have done this.

the birds!
they come for me.

they see behind these lines.

I have no time left.
i never did get a smile
from you.

did you ever think of holding me?
close.