1st Drink of the Light

An eyelash

on your fingertip

The eye never scabs over

never heals

Just keeps leaking

A wound in time

that never closes

A black hole

A spinning drain

I squint

hold my palm over

the cut

tip the bottle

of hydrogen peroxide

though they say

that it does nothing

That it's not good for you

I still want to feel the fizz

to watch

the bubbling

 Trying to smooth

the ragged edges

Trying to lay a plank

across the creek

The birdbath does not

ice over

The sky is still raw

and gaping

the corners of my mouth

are still catching

face down in the cool grass

on the hottest day

of the year

I will catch you twitching

I have not yet begun

to swallow the dew