Finality
Such indifference in stars
that burst in laughter salting
wounds from arrows of intruders
whose words breath you feel as
they crowd you
numbness lays its eggs in open
flesh and you dream you hold her
letter dubious for what it may
contain keeping you company
time puncturing notes
like hail batters wild flower
in the open
you throw the letter on the fire
nothing to you since she left
Libros Libertad 