There was once a young girl from Beirut
Who ate nothing but water and fruit
She grew so thin
You’d see bone through her skin
Yet everyone thought she was cute.
pneuma — 1999
She tilts the cup
and spills a single drop,
watches it rise up
towards the ceiling
and swell into a grape.
On her lip a smile
serves in revealing
her hope that rarely
had a shape.
Her hand touches his face,
just barely,
to leave some space
for her escape.