Black-Eyes

Through the tiny holes in the roofshe glowers at the sky like she's a housethat allows her hollow roomsto see the rain—father is the rain—touchingmany bodies at a time he drapesher in a harsh climate of infidelity,opens her—door to door to the last skinwith false hands of the sun sears heras if she were a green fruit suspendedon the tree branch mother is a suitcaseready for the road she's the only womanwho searches for starlight in father'sdark eyes cloaked as names: Lisa TaniaLeila Naylah all the lovers he saidwere just friends when he fell like a fishinto mother's net her eyes enflamed,pink & wine—she covers them in shadesas if she'd acquired black-eyes she knowsno longer is she his dream he proclaimsto a mirror—I don't see her as the crownedheadshe was a while ago I know you lookat her with a peculiar disgust I know the moodshe heard & tried molding words soft howher voice sounded like a voice in a funeral homebrave to wake up the dead outside the windlifts leaves off the tree father plants,they fly like birds, they disappear absorbedinto the air, seized into obscure minisculeher eyes said she'll drive a daggerthrough his belly if he dares a step towards hera mouse does not play with the paws of a tom catits cloud-soft toes makes a hard trackbut today he's distressedin a trap & she holds no sympathy