I HEART HIROSHIMA
Your eyes were rubber nipples that
dripped the milk of unhappiness
and I sucked it from the bottom
of the bottle of your hollows
where your meadows of marrow were
as barren as a scarecrow’s heart.
My eyes were the caps of mushroom
clouds rising out of the country
being vaporized inside me,
every flash of your shape toasted
onto the walls of my mind’s room
where I hid your milk and marrow.
When an atomic bomb finds its way between two people
they together
are history.