Poem: 77 in
cinematic, eerie tenderness
There, concrete bridge
Throwing up like a landmine
Shocked to the brim
Might let you in
You—there for “support”
Always following me
Wherever I turn up
Scared for me
Budget B-movies
Film star queen
The things in-between
Get me out of this serene dream
Poem: 77 in [continued]
Them, rotten toys
Making all of this devouring noise
Unedited, spherical bends of water
Shriveling cold beats
Turn up the heat
To do away with, that’s a fact
Or a vision—to destroy
Our friends we’ll employ
If we have any left by then
You, not forgotten in the least
Leather jacket, cold-hearted beast
Pockets so deep I put my hand inside
And I leave it inside
It’s comfort I find
Ask how many inches tall you are
No matter the answer, it’s still up far
But with my hand in your pocket, I smile
That little girl smile, you know
It’s comfort I find, you know
Maybe one day it’ll start to show
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