The nights are still cool
cool enough for me to forget
everything between dates & names
everything between me & them
and how the light changed
across my face
showing a shadow
behind the smile
showing how lines are drawn
by years and circles are
salty tears that
drain the sake of
every slivered break
and yawn
every carrion that must turn
ripe and divide
skeletons in sand
such child hands
letting go
of boulders
before they fall