off

the spiced October night skies
look to spill their questions
all over her blouse.

she takes it off,
hoping they can find some answers
in the dulling heartbeat.

questions pool up between her breasts
in her bellybutton,
orange and red and blue.

her eyes dull with the passing clouds
and she knows she get what she wants
never what she needs.

the exhaustion of ages
sits heavy in her hips,
and tears glisten,

following the wrinkles--
highways--
down her face.

she knows crimson change
looms between the blades of grass
but for now, she is alone.