I want you to fumble for your keys,
postponing our good-bye,
or—better—not find them at all
so the two of us would have
to spend the night in the field at the end of your street
like ancient travelers
plotting our next day’s journey
by the stars.
you wish they’d never happened just
so you can experience it for the first time again.
Night drags its glassy, abstract fingers
over the glassy abstract harp of Wind.
The World & I vanish into a dark
Image of The World-in-Darkness
which I remember was once merely
a mote in my own eye, a distant lark,
night on the dull horizon—
coming to serve me.
But wrote to remember
Now half my memories are as absent
As our parents were
They’re lost in a place between
Just one drink
And one too many
We came from
Broken homes, broken bones
And all we were left with—
A bruised fist and a drunken kiss
Stale cigarettes and mixed regrets
If it weren’t for the poison pulsing
Through my veins,
Lining my lips, coating our kiss
Would I still want this,
Would I still feel whole?