Windshield glass broken pieces and blood
Before dying it is said Memory
over the road people scream siren
brings back all you once loved.
She didn't live to see this
I have seen dragonflies fly, inlove,
but her skin would shiver, pale
mad with passion, freezing the moment,
her neck fractured by soft cotton.
becoming one with a loving other.
She hung herself after much thought,
I wish I had that dragonfly's
just woke up and did it. Outside, the city cries
memory span, to forget you now, before finally dying and seeing you
A hay(na)ku chapbook.