we drove
with the windows down
even though it wasn’t quite warm
because it wasn’t cold, either.
and the boy with the curly hair
played Meat Loaf with the volume
at 37:
And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back…
i see your phantom whoosh
past on the side of the road
and wonder if i ever truly
felt your love, or
if it was just a ghost,
too.
we lock eyes.
i laugh a laugh i thought
i’d lost after i met you
and watch you dissolve
in the rearview mirror.
i reside in
what i don’t own
what isn’t home
what isn’t mine anymore.i reach for hands
i once found shelter in,
i slip on my feet and
scrape the bottom of this
circulating stream.i once sought structure
in the scattered.i’m carried off
to go somewhere
i do not know
that isn’t mine
that isn’t home.
I was the ocean and she was the moon; pulling me in and pushing me away.
will these
city lights still burn
my eyes after
i’m gone?
stars in their own right,
of our willdrowning out night but guiding
something, somehowgiving direction
however misguided
to those
finding comfort in false
constellations.
two arms and a heart-
what a beautiful trap,
what magnificent art!
love child of earth and blood
and purpling sky, with
eyes that need only glance
to pry
open doors that have long been
bolted shut.
those eyes
a mix of dirt and blood;
sway me into a
drunken stupor, consume me
with your cabernet eyes.
when did everything die?
when did flowers seep into the
dirt and birds become the sky?
when did the wind become still?
when did it all escape my mind?
when did it all go black and white?
by your side
i dream of other skies
other times
even other citiesin two-car gridlock
bittersweet stalemate
no moves to make but
everything at stakei dream of breaking the
glass and bleeding
and healing.
i lost my mind
somewhere between June
and July
when it all turned to sand
and i could no longer make sense
of cities and skies.
Silenticel 