She never kept her memories
before she met me-
black thread through
the tapestry of her mind,
fault lines of guilt across her
face.
rain is always
rain is
always
rain.
(breathing a fatal stillness)
Lies scattered
around us like ants,
lie shattered around us
like glass.
She said,
"we are step children of the reformers."
She questioned ,
why we'd keep our memories when we've given away their dreams?
rain-
always rain.
beauty never
sane.
pain is pain is pain.
We are liars. |