The Exile Diaries
24th of February
The flashlight glows onto
two broken arms
and you couldn’t tell whether
the broken leg was yours.
It was when we met
under the big wall
each of us straddling
that broken leg that belonged to us.
24th of April
The shadow of a leaf inverted in the sunshine.
Take off your shoes. Rest. Remember.
The lumberjack’s hands smell of raisin.
Young girls sitting behind baskets
separate the purple from the red.
Your mistake is that you don’t want to die;
yet perhaps even the dead get hungry.
