bright owl pages
mailbox up the ass
stone naked in a garden
oysters on clay
copper fingernails, cinema poster
rusted sky, indoor & outdoor pianos,
she's allergic to airports,
left a vaseline cleft stain
on the fabric of the front seat,
we'll throw our pennies together
into the crusty throat
of our old hometown,
where we swallowed a swingset,
where our feet & hands became seafood,
the eyes from pine books
stop turning when the car crashes
the sky turns into a cone