Lose your job, your mind, your husband
step over the lines, off the map,
into unmarked alleys
Talk too fast, too much, too loud,
or not at all
Balk at the strangeness
of ordinary things
spot the dark intent behind
their bland disguises
Walk too close to the edge
of every conversation
answer the words behind the words they say
Forget to smile, to wash, to comb your hair
wear your clothes carelessly
Count the rough stitches
where the patchwork world
threatens separation
Carry your ghosts with you
shuffling and mumbling
in a long procession
that follows you down the street
Where no one sees you now
you’ve lost your place
your face your reflection
And even your shadow
fades to nothing
in the unrelenting sun
