Lights on the dashboard spell out “You still can’t kiss me”
It recommended soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then. Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
The storm passes without snow. The car waits loyally in the back lot.
You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.
You said it was okay to blame what goes wrong on the planet
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
Gravel-scatted hell & we were blessed to be able to hold on for even a heartbeat
You let the yellow glow from eye sockets. The building up the street is burning faster and faster.
Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth, cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.
I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…
a folksome, gruesome opera of gauze and malcontent.
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.
Now that the Israeli has left, it falls on me to make the salad.
Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.
Every so often, they add a tattoo in honor of some long-forgotten love.
He has stories that I am not in anymore. It’s healed this way.
I don’t know why I’m in the garden kneeling on dirt