A lonely young man—boy
lying on the pavement, curled.
A broken nose,
a face that never belonged to him,
in the saddest city in the world.
An old woman dressed only in blue
gave a man a ten-cent coin.
A young woman
with blue fish eyes
found a balaclava
behind the radiator.
She found a balaclava
behind the radiator.
A sticky bar counter
and tippy toes.
Your green fish eyes
that crinkle when you smile.
Those eyes are hers,
but the way you shout
and how your bones break open
and the anger pours out--