the key got lost
wake wake wake little bird
you've pecked through her soul
and she is bleeding all over the balcony
and now the wolves have smelled her bloodshe will be gone soon
and so will he
but at least she always knew she was ephemeral
he think he's concrete
(and she knows concrete sinks)so down down down he will sink
and she will not cry for him anymore because she is desert dry
bone dry
white washed and curled upgoodbye driftwood
goodbye straining, exhausted love
goodbye scratchy sandyou will not be missed
(yes you will)
photo and poem © jameerin 2011
