the other other place

I remember feeling

off like

it was no place for a highly desirous light

to be gazing 

and I remember looking straight

down at my shoes

and thinking about your legs

they were no place to be on a disgusting park bench in June

dirt stuck to flies

so I made myself a table

and that worked wonders

for your feet

but your hands, so sensitive

I cried just to see them

and what they didn't show

in so many ways 

but what you really had

was what made you very ill

it was me

and so I stood my ground

I did what any boy would do

on any beaten path in May

and ran for help