2004-04-01 - 1:18 p.m.
Nailed.
Your eyes nailed me to the pavement,
Like a deer stunned by a hunter’s gun.
You, who are you, but a man
walking a street in an early morning land.
Looking up from my footsteps
You met me, gaze for gaze
Your blue eyes hammering a covering
Over the yesterday I was remembering.
My soul is nailed with paper
Hanging onto looks exactly like that.
