Music Literature Poem

Petite feuille
Sur le vent fier
Sans arbre
Pour l'adorer

Watching You

watch you take a shot, pace, collect fragments of intermixed sentences in a heap

wave goodbye and get scared for you

watch you rattle out confessions of abuse
like a snake twisting off skin
--you're the skin--

hear how strong you are how strong
you are how strong

you are
straightening your bow tie buttoning your shirt

get ready for work and think of you

hold the room together while it spins around you

watch you reach to crawl, crumple, fall