Rooftop
i could bake away
my shadow up here, stretch
into the sunbeams until
they sizzled into my skin, melting,
dripping, down my joints. i am
pearl-pale against the sunset. never
find me: my eyes are ghostly, lifted
to the sky. breezes took
my skin away like fall leaves, cracking
into dust. i am all skeleton, the hollow space
between my hips and inside
my rib cage. the church bells stop keeping
time, the rhythm and the rhyme unravel
into unpunctuated stream of
consciousness, an undefined
moment suspended in amber.
this silence is better than any song.