Grieving On The Back Of A Shadow

she was grieving in the sun
holding a mirror twice
slapping the sun for not being round anymore

its magic
spilled on the clear floor
an old god jumped in and out

of oppression
menacing the frozen justice and metal rods
of her beautiful thighs.

the darker blue of thirst
ran in alarm
against the best place it could find

flakes falling and returning
nothing outside of what is finished
of your vacation in a grate

no detail like yesterday
engulfs the looks
that keep coming from the bell.

let’s insert your grieving here instead
ribs working
eyes a large circle that won’t stop.