green grassy hills where
i sorted our few memories
high school, abandoned houses
hiding secrets
research discovery
i talked to your answering machine
about the canopy bed with baby blue sheets
that married us. breakdown, the sky opened
whisky explosion
angelina without eyes
brad’s face melted, and they’re still in love
pulling out schrapnel with TV teeth and tongue
ran into you at the grocery store
staring at the cake, blue and purple
like a scorpion would come out
and me with a sledgehammer
No comments:
Post a Comment