Read Your Fate

1993

A world’s disappearing.Little street,You were too narrow,Too much in the shade already.

You had only one dog,One lone child.You hid your biggest mirror,Your undressed lovers.

Someone carted them offIn an open truck.They were still naked, travellingOn their sofa

Over a darkening plain,Some unknown Kansas or NebraskaWith a storm brewing.The woman opening a red umbrella

In the truck. The boyAnd the dog running after them,As if after a roosterWith its head chopped off.