I fell in love again

(which was not part of the plan)

it’s been weeks since it last snowed

and months since I had anything to shed a tear over

this morning, 

I hit my head on the cupboard

and then the bells began to rang

 

I gave myself a wound

a lipstick stain across my forehead

the body bleeds red

but the skin heals, eventually

 

a descending arpeggio

with a melody of dissonant patterns 

I ran naked through the snowy hills of Petřín

Reimagining a forest

In search of a lost child 

for a woman who does not belong to me

 

I feel like talking to you

though I fear I may have nothing to say

your soft congested breathing

mistified the morning Vltava air

 

I found a single thread of your hair

between the pages where the choir of children sang

and where the country doctor cried

you asked me about my wound

I convinced you to let me die

 

I tied an acorn to your hair

and hung it around my neck 

this is a love letter to you

a message that will unlikely deliver

 

on a casual Thursday morning

when you look out the window and see

a flock of shadowed pigeons

and a hunchback crossing the street

I hope you’ll think of me

of all the faces on marl-stone walls

and names we breathed new life to

I’ll be waiting like bronze canine statue 

sondering

oh, what a time to be