Bus Journals II (On experiments)

My tears hug my eyes  

 As they congregate in the microscope eye piece  

& they often do 

Pooled up in that confined space  

  Suspended in between life that thrives on the petri dish  

 & life that thrives on my misfortune 

& it’s unfortunate losing you  

But now I'm suspended in these tears;  

  A bubble of unfortune 

& I feel my eyes reaching for the stars  

  something more fortunate 

So, I hold back my breath,  

that holds all my misery in its embrace  

 behind brightly lit teeth, loud with friction 

Lest I let a scream escape from my face  

 Quite in its conviction 

I wipe the eye piece, 

but not my eyes 

I finish my experiment 

Quickly!  

So, I can write on the bus 

Quickly!  

So, I can stamp wet eyes on poetry 

Quickly! 

 while I still hold you in my eyes 

Before I get home to my cat 

Before my eyes dry, 

Before you leave me for his— 

green eyes that only reflect stars