one september afternoon i walked out into the world,
speared with longing, a figure ripped
from a pieta, and the lust to roam
a fiery spark glistening within as i lay
upon the furnace of emetic thoughts and half-remembered feelings.
i walked in the twilight of that season between seasons
motion transfigured me and
i walked under gray clouds smothered
by my saturnine disposition, misery a long coat upon my shoulders
fabric dragging behind, a long ribbon
of muffled stars trailing the indigo sky.
i walked beneath swaying palms with spinach green leaves
shaking loose onto soggy ground—air ripe with stale rain
and in the distance i saw a green-haired girl, locks straddling
her waist, wearing a sundress with sunflowers stitched
in haphazard patterns and where she walked seeds sprouted
rebelling against the wind, small tufts of verdure resisting perdition’s wish
and when i shouted to her, to ask her name she replied i am chance
and with a flickering light, the flash
of a shining diadem stashed in a pocket, she vanished.
the earth groaned and pink and green and gold grew brown
and children became corpses rolling over into high waters
after a soft groan and the ditches filled with blood and fish
flopped onto rooftops and the flood did not abate