Slipper I can’t
quite kick from my foot
Pain you know only
swaying motions
gliding forward receding back
ever on that ripe summer swing
Lovers love that the grand
scheme of things
sits so far away
You told me that once
but a breeze blew past
whispering how I have
no lover and no such scheme
actually exists
Sunburnt thighs
slathered in shadow
lying alone on the lawn
Pain you are always
bursting with readiness
loud laughter followed
by sickening silences
Or if not out in the open
I know where to find you
wandering the underbrush
in deadest midnight
arms outstretched
Love me love me
drunk off your own babble