Ashura-mi

Last night I cried, Cried until the tears were nothing More than salt that burned the Welts, deep, runnin’ down my cheeks. I was alone.  Again. All alone in an empty, Cheap motel room, Cheap, because he wasn’t there Making sure we got the best. This morning I cried as, Looking in the mirror, I saw my face, Fat from…. Cried as a single plate, My breakfast, was delivered by rinky Plastic trolley to the room, a freckled boy Polite company.  I sat alone, looking at nothing And everything, eating silently, Silent tears leaving the coffee weak.     I was Free. In the supermarket, buying clothes, I couldn’t Cr