Neighbors

She lost her eye in a storm several years ago.

Once, Jupiter let me see the red gap

of her soul swirling around her skin.

A fishermen in her youth, she loved wind chasing,

but the helium went to her head

and she was left with hydrogenous bones,

too weak to move at all. She is okay with it now

that she is back in Naples, just wonderful.

But sometimes I see her crying from my window,

looking down upon her broken thighs

and I want to hold her.

She closes her ochre curtains and goes to bed.