An Element

Hopeless

The insane wander your streets,
and I squeeze through the tightest
alleyways, the smallest pinnacle of
being and dying.

I wrap the shawl of blueberry sky,
bruised and tightly-woven,
around me, and I hope


that your chest cavity will
open, like the lips of a wolf,
and you will see me, 
where I've always been,


hidden inside you. 


~Hammeh