somewhere
there is a woman in china holding a
black umbrella so she
won't tast the salt of the rain when
the sky begins to weep
there is a 17 year old girl who smells
like pomegranates and has summer air
tight on her naked skin, wrapping
around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who
won't make it past tomorrow
there is a young man, who buys yellow
flowers for the woman
in apartment 84b, who learned braille
when he realized she
couldn't read his poetry about her
white neck and mint eyes
there are people watching films,
making love for the first time,
opening mail with the
heading of 'i miss you', cooking
noodles with
organic spices aand red sauces, buying
lemon detergent,
ignoring 'do not smoke' signs,
painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses,
chewing
the words 'i love you' over and over
again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten
birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine
off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the
teleophone,
reading this poem
somewhere
someone is thinking
i'm alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were
(( poems from my uncles graves
))