I am a life

I am a life

Valentinus knew this too

His hands on the child of Autsterius

They took for guilt.

He signed, ‘My Valentine’

The quilt, comes to the corner of my eye

It is the suit I assume for the days occasion

Finding food, and turning pages.

I am a life

Lying emblazoned with ‘daughter’ ‘woman’

The sole creator of my own failures

Lies under my fingernails.

A pool of water

But no rain/

I am a life

I watch the same

Pantomime ascend the stage

And they have got the drama right

First family, then love, then age/

It is almost human

I am a life

The applause fades

For the comedy of common cause

I learn to laugh at my mistakes

As future is thrown like old fruit, flowers

A metaphor/

I am a life

Which wastes for days

Over the menagerie of mixed experience

In the tragedy of being blind

But looking for an audience.

I am a life

I watch the comedy

Of open sores on each old foot

My body is comparatively new

My toes move mindless, lined,

Distant.

I am a  life

The scheduled regularity

Of soap and drama as expected

Looking for  a family

They appear, as if projected

I am a life

And for affection

I gather I have learned enough about the role

I have seen it in a storyline perfected

I am an actor of the cold/