Sight Lines

I rolled down my rusty sleeve

to protect my Mitzi tattoo.

Nothing against you

to be clear, everything I fear

never happened here.

I’m string up a bamboo fence

facing a howling wind.

Something about you

makes it clear, everything

I fear never happened here.

The moon outside our window

is bigger than a curtain call.

The truth about you

makes it clear, nothing

I fear ever happened here.