This Craving and this Me
Where did it come from?
How, so amberish, when did it sit on the cup handle?
When on the strap of your underwear?
And where on your smile
Did I become so clumsy?
On what part of your voice
Did I lose myself?
When did it come and why so turquoise?
To circumambulate your navel first
And inspect the trace of my lips next?
Something should have/ have not happened suddenly
For you to repeatedly warn your dead
Reject your ancestors
The hollow words
Worn-out phrases ragged lines and pompous voices
This dandelion this craving and this me?