the sunlight turning blinding white
into playful delight. The soft tinkles
of the anklets on your feet: is silver's
beauty still in its cold shine? The heart
amuses itself in teaching what it never
understood. Stained-glass window shadows
on the floor paint a fresco: nature also
makes chameleons that contrast with her
butterflies. Smileys on the screen, this
heart enchants itself with your imagined
smile. They're sodium chloride, but by
what chemistry do tears wash away sorrow?
What am I - a body and brain, products of
carbon concatenation chemistry hurtling
into nothingness. I live on coffee and
black depression, neither water nor fire
touch now, of my shell what is left to hurt?
Few thing delight one as fried maida and
petty triumph; my memories have erased you.
Published in GloMag April 2019