hope came in the form of a
shadow
dark and terrible
threatening everything
at the bar
at the end of the street
I was suicidal with joy
and at the lonely table
top
at midnight
sipping sweet despair
spinning
secrets of the heart
in another tongue
for the dog to howl at pretty
soon after it disappeared
like I said
it would
left me here alone
cross-legged on the floor
with the fierce
sun at its zenith
casting zero