rub my eyes
till I see the pixels
thinking to the tune
of the humming industrial plant
across the field in front of me
what was the point
of sharing those stories with me
if I were to become just another love
you turned loose
at first to show I was the exception to the rule
then just as a warning
defeat and resignation
the sun burns my knees through my pants
thinking to the tune of lizards
rustling in the grass behind me
purple irises bloom in the manmade river
inside the central atrium of the office building
like cloistered nuns in their habits
