Your face is hard, like a brittle tree
it has broken in several places, like angry bark.
Your nose and cheeks
by a chisel
that inflicts pain.
I know you’ve been burned,
and perhaps, you set the fire.
I can see the black marks on your soul.
You try to cry, but your well of tears
has dried up.
You walk rigid
Your roots have rotted
You tore-down your house, years ago.
When you say, “No”
and make demands,
will ever love you.
that you were chasing a man to Mexico.
He was leaving the country
to get away from you.
You act feminine, like a witch
that has a twitch.
is a lie.
There is a spirit inside of you
that wants to kill, like a predatory cat
that searches for weak mice.
Your eyes are a dead give-away
they want death. Your pupils are small.
You make fun-of boys.
“He’s a space cadet!”
I saw you at Safeway
but you didn’t see me.
You were full of hostility.
You are living in a hell of your own creation
and you bring that to everybody.
and what will you have?
I wanted to describe you, but I don’t know why
When I first met you, you were kind
Now, you interrupt me on the phone
and never admit that you’re wrong
You scream, like the wind.
I bend to you.
I am centered in the Tao.