Tuesday, June 18, 2013

darling of the dmv


Wondering, briefly, the shape of you. A capsule of sharks, cartilage bodies clattering and the soft punches of tail against teeth. I ordered a drink next to you once. Neon behind the bar bathing your cheek all blue, your grip of teeth rhythm-clenched.


I am stuck with the heart I broke. The sleeping bullet in my hip that we don’t want to wake up. Other mistake shrapnel for freckles. Littered this way. Road covered in a rainbow of glass, unwalkable but pretty.


This is not the cinema. It dawns on me now and then, when a part pans back and I catch myself, reel it back in.

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