close your eyes
She is calling me away from the window.
My tongue is frozen to the pane.
She is melting back into the interior.
She is calling me to come
I have married the circus music
to the drumming of my breath.
I have spun on the barest tip of hope,
my image frozen in that instant
when you saw me.
Applause rains like storm leaves
here all around you
for the length of crescendo
then nothing but color in mud.
If you’re looking for the light, she says,
close your eyes.