I don't mean to be
crying the way I am
in the middle of Main street
at the corner of 14th,
but I am.
The stars are out tonight
and I think the bright one
near the tree line
could be Jupiter.
It's a cold night
for Spring. I wish
it was raining
so that I could hide
a little better.
I'm not scared,
but I know they're there,
walking after me and
I'm not scared.
I just want them to go away
forever. I want starlight
inside me
to burn away the
gallery of freaks and
horse haired things
with lungs like furnace mouths and
hands like wire tied chum.
I don't mean to be
crying the way I am,
walking the double yellows
and falling into the sky,
but my heart is breaking
against the bars of my body cage and
my head is burning to the ground
again and all of it without an answer.
