HE THINKS HE CAN LEAVE ME

by leaving me,

         but even now

I walk

burning

                   through the empty streets

                   of his mind.

Lonely

little town, no sound

                         

                         but my footsteps.

I grin,

mouthful of hell

                  my teeth

                  soot black.

In curlicues of smoke, I sing

his name

                   to the night

and his darkness

mistakes me

                    for sunrise.

Saeed Jones