The Silent Film

by | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems

In this dream, I have lost you, and
suddenly my heart has turned

and I am dreaming about a man
who has died.

In his fury, he cut open his hands.

I become the girl who can see him,
can see the blood

and the way it looks like a family
of birds, red crows, with eyes

that have been removed.

He reaches for me with his blackened hands
and still I search for you.

I imagine you as if you would be
swallowing roses, and everything turns red—

the sky, the trees, my lips, empty,
without sound.