“Tiresias at the Bridge,” by Tyler J.
I see you there at the end
of the bridge, you so short.
Your eyes pierce my chest
like mirrors, and I feel the pain
with Present’s kiss, again and again.
O, even now, I wonder, now,
where were you?—where were you
when I fell down the drain
and spilled my sentiments
all over the floor, bloody and raw. Read more…