years.

"handle"

she walks towards a ghost and

grips her fingers around a transparent screen,

a rush, an exciting carcinogen crush

exhale into the chemical night

amongst the human surplus she

is singular.

_______

"kicker"

smooth feathers trace the curves in your skin,

you're the kind of girl to click your heels when things get hard.

when i leave, you're still pecking at my shoulder- bloodletting.

you pass the doorway and i hide from your soft features. your hair

it frizzles under pressure like old wires on a breaker box. i am no

electrician.

_______

"monochrome"

a neutral body injected with iron, imagine

dark grey earth, somber antics. swollen skin.

aluminum pavement, the heels click to a

one-two, the cracks around her face break into

an organic pit. an awkward notion. and misplaced

words.

the baggy skin hangs from her face. poignant and disheartening,

her knuckles are pyramids without past or future. they caress my neck,

nothing seems to register.

she walks under hanging lights on the outskirts of plastic toy homes,

and i look over my shoulder. empty town. the face of love, but time often runs

out.

there is nothing after this.

_______

three new, separate pieces.

thought about doing something in continuity or to a structure, but i haven't decided on what yet. we'll see.