Patricia

Eyes beat like fireflies, you are no one's fool, dancing on the bread line, they ask me why, this Sunday in June, one face of your Christ, sunlight on the lilac, you're 38 and cool, but gone beyond signs, crazy side of the lines, the way you move, your veiled over cries, your family's demise, the money you tooled, fueled lovers with lies, not poor nor error light, but a cracked open duel, it could be your highlight, what's going on inside.