allowing grace

she breathes into your ear
i think the gods get pissed
when you toss their gifts aside

the glasses are lost. if you don't
find them she can't leave. you don't look
very hard. they're at the bottom of the pool.

remember green, she whispers. do you
have a fever? do you? she places her lips
on the river in your neck. it pulses as she

follows it to a temple where she
hopes to find you. if you'd open
the door. if you'd let in the wind.