I unscrewed my head and reached down my throat
to find something. Something I had misplaced.
Without a head I thought quite clearly.

Red rose petals and white doves flew from my mouth.
Our Lady of Perpetual Tears appeared before me.
A soft still snow fell around me and but for my red lips,
I would have disappeared in a cloud of white.
The Monje approached me,  brushing the snow
from my shoulders, he whispered “in the moment of
greatest desire we draw nearer to god.”

I put my head back on, and my mind wandered back to a
desolate world - pin striped, ball pointed and paper cut.