Rank

If I could cut you away

From that decoration you carry around

The same image copied and stenciled

standing like a Pomeranian

I’ve seen it before

 slip into the dark

I promise I’ll bite.

Imagining the sunrise

With you near

I remember the motorcycle

out of the realm, trying so hard

swooning over the physical material

collision of our two lives where he asphyxiated, it

as an incubus

he left you

as you left me

drawn off by the song

too afraid to dance

a beautiful slob

like yourself

like myself

Put a lance to my pink ribbons and lacerate

the connection

asunder in yearning words, that

you.

wont.

Read.

the repeated reflection
photograph after photograph of, nothing
beyond the surface
i get it,
there is nowhere left to run
but inward.
what you have to show
eclipses anything
worth spitting venom

where the words and actions are made of paper
something as singular as in one dimension
such deftness for ideals
that were founded in the breast
of a little girl
when they were still real
recalling freewill
as a bad dream


know that home

Is where people share laughter

slipping into the valley

I always recall the place

remembering you for eons

in parallel I can love

anything so perpendicular

if only

they could

let go.