A Soliloquy Would Imply That the Stage Is Empty

The body was found
       haloed by flies—& I looked beautiful

in their thousands of eyes.
              Didn’t I? Tell me

how every eye
                     is more than a window
       into a childhood’s October-

red heaven. I write my name
backward for you

                            to read my body
in your own
              forsaken reflection.


I came to—to the sound of a river
breaking through my front door. The wall: as white as
god’s unbroken bones
was the silence written there
until I turned off the lights. The water was rising
to my lips. I held my breath, forgetting how
to cave the last eyehole to earth. So I shut my eyes
& breathed—tasting the blue of dawn
flooding my lungs. The sky
was quiet.


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