6.5.11

last leaf






              




I.

   i've never had this kind of sleeplessness


                                                                when someone suggests
                                                                       dividing the charcoal vines
                                                                & using them for currency
                                                                       
                                                                i am finally floating on
                                                                my back when you stand
                                                                                       behind me like a road



II. 

   leaving


                           she shaves only half of her head
                           walk down, down through
                           the dunes & thistles of sand

                           if this isn't you
                           then who is it 
                           someone asks
                           as gently
                           as they goddamn can