It started off like always
Font, music, Helen Robins
Then read like the theater
Sitting on edge,
unsure of the ledge
A minute, then fast decline
turned the picture gray
She hung up the phone
and killed with envy
Put on red lipstick and her white dress
with the dimming of the lights
she was indifferent to her actions
Her dreams were neither him nor his
Her child’s flame burns bright
at the edge of the sea
he lay his head on me
Slight green slants
Staring to disarm
Sadness in his words
Simplicity in mine