Above the river
on the trestle bridge
I wept and I wept
and I threw my head back
and I wept and the tears
became two small
amber beads that strung
between my eyes
and the waves and
the tears became two
tiny amber birds
that flew between
me and the sky, and
one tear became
a silver heart
filled with flowers
that left a deep groove
on my cheek. I am
being erased,
I am being eroded,
I am losing all my lines.
The scent of roses
surrounds me, I
am becoming less skin,
less woman, more
river, more sky, l
am disappearing
one tear at a time.