Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Sunshine And Breasts

Dirty fingernails.
Toes that do not care.
Hands walking where the body has forgotten.
I am mostly fog.
Headless.
An open window
holding apples
and onions.
A ball floating
without a nose.
Can you see me?
I arrive on time
like a lunatic
with the taste of roses
in my drawers.
I think of books.
Pages and pages of them.
Poems painted on a bench.
My French lover.
Young breasts and sunshine.
The fan by the radio
blowing
songs.
How beautiful life can be.