I Have A Friend

I continue marching past my feelings

And I have even looked through foggy windows

Thinking I’d find home

And I found leaves hanging with blood

Dripping down its frame…

And I took my finger and painted the frame

Of my face… and I smelled the scent of

Olives and then the sudden smell of

Spoiled avocadoes… and I am hungry so I

Reach toward it and I

Take it and eat some...

And I wait for the wind to blow

And I wait for the leaves to fall

So I can bury my tears away with it…

And the rain comes

and I am frustrated

Because this is my imagination

I am spoiled and spooked and lonely

And sad… I feel the darkness closer

And I do feel like I have a friend

I have a friend.