You Where Earth Crumbles

You are not music

Lost in your thirteenth year

You are not magic in a flowing purple shawl

Earth becomes a handful of spoiled roots

You’re thirty-five for Christ sake

You are not euphoria

The singers sleep through your music

You are not under a pale moon sky

Earth sweeps into lungs of gasping children

Eyes rolling back dryly

You cannot carry the lies of your parents any longer

You are where those lovely leaves have fallen

You are not what I promised

You are not the beautiful bird I told everyone about

The earth pushes you away