The past cries itself out my eyes despite sun prodding pansies into lion face
Loneliness finds me in evening herds me window to window to wine
which pours me, guzzles my organs
Yesterday thinks me, tomorrow makes wishes unto itself then has me, stills my ribs
Thoughts hand me tied along them until one I make tears me out of holding
lifts me newborn in the air & newness moistens my nose
above where a loving vacuum abhors me breathless & so breathes me— [End Page 144]
Jacqueline Lyons is the author of the poetry collection The Way They Say Yes Here (Hanging Loose Press, 2004) and the chapbook Lost Colony (Dancing Girl Press, 2009). She teaches creative writing at California Lutheran University.