The Lone Cat

and I am diaphanous glass
fragile prettiness only seen
when touched by your glow,
my luster fleeting and 
not lasting. 
 

Holding past apples in arms:
what almost has
vanished,
selvage and leaf-lavish open.

when the alphabet soup
is overturned by 
the lackadaisical elbow--
or simply a clumsy forearm, 
watch the red run down the 
white cloth, watch the child’s 
blocks cascade, watch my 

I am lost in a sea of trouble;
yet in this sea a treasure I've found
Rise, I will save myself from these waters
of cutting diamonds and blinding white;

Beautiful people
are often corrupt inside.