We love in a world
of shitty umbrellas
It’s everyone’s team
If a violin could break
I was that violin
I possessed madness
and hair You were
a really good prayer:
You’re life is not
out of moves
A heart was thrown
against the hours
from that year survived
I wanted you
to make me feel
like the last girl
in the hot tub
I don't remember why
I was designed to die in a car crash
but I died waiting for it.
You must be Car Crash. Hello.
I do not shake hands either.
Car Crash is not a good name for you.
I will call you Samuel. Samuel
I think you are supposed to
take me out to dinner first.
You know the routine.
I pick the restaurant. We seat
ourselves. I tell my story.
You nod a lot. I order too much,
delaying the inevitable. Then
it comes time to pay and you
leave an enormous tip
on my side of the table
so our hot waitress
will want to come
wherever it is you take me.
We found the angel flitting into the sun porch windows like a desperate bug.
We locked it in and went for a walk.
The sun ignored us as we rifled through a stack of musty books
propping up a FREE sign on the sidewalk.
I kept a couple mysteries. An atlas came apart in your hands.
When we returned home the angel was dead.
We placed it in a box and headed to the diner.
A ten minute wait to fill up on bread.
A busboy placed a thin vase of dried flowers on our table.
A man one booth over declined more coffee
by placing his hand over the top of his mug.
We left a crumpled tip and filed out.
Each star was deaf to possibility.
The coroner would later cite a lack
of substance as the cause of death.
Even when pressed, he wouldn’t say which.