Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Apples and Onions

There is very little I can do
in all of this
but let go.
I woke up
yesterday,
on a bed,
blankets and sheets ripped off.
The blue of the sky in my eyes.
The sound of metal
in my ears.
The onions
and apples
recovering from their fall.
Many a great man
has walked backwards down boulevards
in search of love
only to come home
empty handed.
For now,
I must wake up early,
brush my teeth,
and keep my mouth shut.