One day instead of blood

One day instead of blood
artists will run in my veins
will be the ruin of me

               sweet sweet day
when my hungers become kisses
the errands     poinsettias

when dreams become engines
               running on artists.
With the vapor of my soul

I will embrace that day     give
breath and bile and all to get there
but not family     not what I kept

for family     and except my eyes
two other sad things on earth
              wish to remain closed