got no room for bitter

i looked up
and there she was
the face of an old woman
one i know so well...knew so well...
gone, impossible,
but there was her mouth,
there were her eyes...
she kept staring,
at me
through me
to me
do we call those angels?

sometimes we know before it happens
caution not to change the world
foreknowledge, a new word

sunglasses and headphones shut out the world

squirrels playing in the graveyard

no more time for games
no more patience for him keeping his eyes closed and calling it blind
no more wolf cries

feels like the moon is full tonight but I can't tell for sure without my glasses
enter you
not the dragon (though he rises again soon, not sure if I will stand or hide)
enter you
and we sleep