Out Of Sight, Evermind

My face doesn’t turn that way these days
that isn’t where the sun is  
I know it’s there
glistening black iridescent oilslicked scarab
eyeless, its gaze settles on my shivered skin
Atom-thick bitter oil
to look now is not a comfort
a respite? Oh no
If regret had dna
If it hung in black air
like a scarab on the wing
This is the gaze it would rest on me
Black, iridescent scrutiny.
and I just don’t turn that way these days
That isn’t where the sun is.