I didn’t even know my name

w.n.

I didn’t even know my name

Crying behind a tree in the woods as the sun was

going down

Skin on her arms that felt like linen

Dried berries on a branch catching fire

Words making my skull open as a flower pot

The petals fall and flutter down past my eyes

As I watch everyone i used to love catch them and run

Crying while losing virginity

Tears running steadily down cheeks for

The pleasure

The guilt

The flight

The unity we desire when lost in the day

Putting a match on a dead leaf then stepping on it

and walking away

Her hand on the back of my neck

Moving to my aching head

It was like her fingers were a melody

the remedy through the pores of my skull

Reaching the pits of my mind 

All as she kissed me for the very first time

Seven months of sleeping in a bed

And it is still uncomfortable 

Blood on a doves wing

That is still flying effortlessly

An ocean that has heard and taken ever word

And dissipates it to be forgotten once swallowed

I went back to my childhood home

And they were wrong about replanting cherry

pits

My head hitting the wood until I was unconscious

Grown stagnant from the same words and same static

That ignores your beckoning for an

Let alone the 

Answer

I went swimming in a heap of pine needles

And forgot everything I had ever known

She whispered in my ear

If I love you was enough

We wouldn’t be here

So I went out to the field

And lit each of my hairs on fire

Slipping on weathered rock hills

Of the quarry everyone smoked cigarettes at

Rain put the fire out

Because the clouds mourned with me

Why do leaves changes color

Who came up with the name fall because the

leaves fall

Which leaves change to which color

What makes them grow back

I went back inside

My bald head now growing flowers

From the pits of my mind

Through the pores of my skull

And I whispered

What’s my name