The Dawn

Before my eyes open to the dawn
I feel a cobweb across my face and wonder how long I have slept
My nose licks the brittle air like a candyapple
as my chest crashes upon the beach of my neck
These rhythms wash up broken shells of incoherent memory
until the bottle lodges in my throat
I open it like a fortune cookie 
and read your foreign script
It's no use, I can't understand where you are
I flap out the lashes of my eyes like sails on a mast
Splashes of salty ocean drip down the calico
I dislodge my toungue's anchor 
My mouth disembarks
"I'm leaving you."