YESTERDAY

Yesterday.  

The skin on my lips is drying 

As I speak to you, 

As I speak to the glowing air 

of a jolly nation, 

A bending tree, 

An operated memory.  

As I touch a scar 

on your skin 

That’s splitting, 

Or a lung but 

not a heart.   

Yesterday.  

And maybe I’ll 

hear your voice, 

A drone or the 

laughing apogee 

of a little girl I  

used to know when 

she was still young.  

I’ll catch your snapping hairs 

as they drop from your 

head - 

A lost cause and a sweet dream.  

Yesterday - 

But don’t kiss me until tomorrow, 

Under the midnight stars 

while poppies dance in the 

sky and call me lawless 

or too cracked  

to absorb 

Love.  

Yesterday. 

A flicker I’ll never forget, 

A candle that burns forever 

in the shape of your  

silhouette on the 

pretty white wall.