numbers

[fleur_de_soleil]

in 30 days
none of the skin on my hands
will be the same.

in 120 days
none of the blood i had 
will be the same.

in 6 months
all of the shimmering green
will bleed slowly
into blackness.

in 7 years
every atom in my body
all of those vibrating, racing spheres
will have oozed out;
extruded

[her green dress a picture,
ground up with that cast off snakeskin
into sick black dust]

[each one of you breathing her death
in
your scaffolding held up by the 
stench of kabul and burning
flesh]