Rest here

Incline your sleeping head, since you have come
Carrying so much dark past. I have not seen, I could not
Be there with you but I believe you, I trust you, though I'm blind, that the world
Does not have its own friends. Please rest here, along my body,
For my legs they are for it, and to walk, and to speak. Your face in
My protective lap, gentile gesture and breath,
Is already more than I deserve, vile woman.

Subdued face

My mind has left me
But
Already your hands rest with
Its chill palms on my
Subdued face.
One dense tear
Kneels on my lips
After casting down
My exhausted eyes.

To see

Oh, ray, why this, the light?
It burns me.
And I can see!
It rains.

Light a cigarette

I light a cigarette. In a certain inexplicable way it is the only thing that I can do. I light a cigarette and continue looking at the toxic smoke. I look out the window, imagine the useless crater in my lungs; I am conscious that there are happening horrible and beautiful things out there. In a certain way, I can only hope that the horrible things are less than the beautiful things.