This is how it began, the fading of
everything that was not indifferent or
did not wish to bend my foot back
as far as it would go, just to see.
This is how it began, the end of
anything hospitable and kind, so that
now when there is sand in my eyes,
no one cares. Gravel hits the rims
of the wheels I don’t have, on the car
I don’t have. This is how things get lost
or broken, just another small step before
the next hill becomes the last hill.