Head of an Orphan

 Head of an orphan and something else that’s not right

Please

Tuck me in at night

Head of an orphan. And

something else.

That’s not right.

The light. Coming in.

From

the sky.

Is not mine.

Head of an orphan.

Something else

that’s not right

The light shines in

through the window

and I look at this arm.

The light shines into

translucent skin

illuminating the purple glow

of veins I know are borrowed.

I never get access like it.

Head of an orphan.

No, something else.

Possession is so cruel.

Draw a line

to commit an act of violence

on air

by the very arm the light fills in

for unfortunate placement

above your earth colored hair

“Sky rights”

they call it

“Murder”

I whisper in your ear