IT'S JUST ME AGAINST THE WORLD


so the walls
      soda bottles
           translate for 
               a dead womans
                   poems.

she says mother
    is a mother
         or wonders o'
             why bother

sugar thighs
      syrup nights for swallow pain
            wishes where she was was here
               wishes to talk thru walls
                 says curse sun or me or i cant 
                     read what she wrote

it goes and i 
 am already a slant
    against solid wood
       undead spruce
            maybe walnut