misdirection

even after life
even among the bones

in their beds late at night

so many disparate
elements

moonlight that hung
in the trees

the wires dance in the wind

sounds of myself

smoking
my hand writing

even after life
even among the bones

they knew this was never enough

the promise
that surpasses us

sobbing and shaking

like a pale-skinned virgin

completely emerged

in the lights
the wet streets
the person she thought she was