monument

A torn piece of gold
paper from a cigarette box.
I place it on my tongue--
tasting of spikey sweetness--
and then stick it
to the train door's glass.

This, my monument
to you, this act of
temporary vandalism;
the poetics of emptiness
in full play.

Where it dries, falls and floats unknown,
your meaning appears
lost in the vast context
of