Adam
Knew you were angry but never knew
why. Every step cut you; the ground:
ruined glass & cracked razors--
you'd lost your tail, I suppose.
The howling meant to be
a song. Some promise broken,
your eyes betrayed.
You drowned in light.
Words bubbled in your mouth
like blood, you swallowed
yourself in the ocean, hid
your life in a needle, stashed
it somewhere past the sun.
You got too close
--too far--
and fell--
a star,
already dead.
You came down
in waves. Nothing
left but foam,
and your knife
of a heart.