the bits of glass left in your face sparkle beautifully in the truck's lights
caught between the feet and the figs listening to idleness refusing to answer oh my silence oh my feet each wiggley toe blessing like prayer wheels greeting me escaped from socks uncaught but i'm caught between the feet and the figs
the sky was the color you expect and you were a part of the sky i was standing looking up it was the only thing i could do