Fools

REVERSE

When I was twelve, I dreamt that

I walked into a classroom naked,

each eye a bullet scanning every vein

visible under the flimsy sheet of my skin

and I cried when I woke up.

At twenty-one, I loved you so loudly

the ground had gained a skyline of defeat,

each mouth an earthquake of mockery

for this spectacle I made romance out to be

and I cried myself every night to sleep.