Kristen de Kline #180 Hanging upside down (thanks to K.S)

I left at dawn
stealing the night
your lines:
tin sky and stars,
     hanging
upside   down

I left again   at dusk
the airbrushed skies
bleeding tears across
your carved out heart
I carried it close
to my own
in a hessian bag
ink-stamped with a red dingo
a bag, I’d never own

The next day, it was slowly
melting,    the ice
I had no idea
what time it was
that crazy son of a bitch
she’d chased me
every inch
on that last mile home

I was writing sonnets
when you caught up with me
in a strange language
we could not understand
something about a tin sky
and fugitive stars
hanging

upside

down