A Wish

Blue eyes, crystal clear flesh like her mother...

I don't know the spaces she will inhabit : stucco wooden utopias where she will host parties for 

the others. 

But I hope for an understanding of beyond primary colors.

A paintbrush poised to deny landscape and form: to dance across the sidewalk edge

to a city street full of deep brown. 

Thief

You stole her eyes. 

An abduction of a connection 

That is my soul. 

I care for the eye-less. 

A timeline of: the rush of bath water and the drizzle of excrement, a smile and a wandering foot.

I button my uniform and disappear, appear in the day and the night: watching and waiting.