Driving the East Side
A new landscape emerging
Around all new turns.

Beautiful IXCHEL
Sits fully identified
Atop my body

Politely she asked
If the tattoo in fact hurt
Needles jabbing skin.

Seven years is long
The love being gigantic
His body close by.

This week is over
Not wanting to relive it
It sits in ash heaps.

I could not make it
It was not so much sickness
Just the thought of you.