Elegy for Innocence

this is an elegy for Innocence

time of death, unknown

maybe it was when needles

dug deep into flesh, stitch

i

n

g

together a life worth living, or

maybe it was nights spent under

stars, on piss-stained sidewalks,

trying to remember how I got there, or

maybe it was when the burn in my

throat became too much to bear, skin

hanging from clothesline bones, or

maybe it was simply, laying

with a man or a woman

sharing secrets and

growing old

t

o

o

soon