Forces

I hurt my head
while thinking of you
and felt uneasy,
all the forces.
Oh, Gloria.
I’m so dependent on myself
that my arms are sore
and my ankle
is bleeding.

I won’t forget the voices
you planted inside my head.
The anger
like a fierce sword
cutting through stone.

The green lights,
falling through the fingers of your
wrinkly hands
on my face.
Making me blind for
your beauty.

I’m bathing myself
in all these forces
the ants crawling over my body,
while I sleep.