closed eyes

she. suddenly felt scared where light

from a flashlight

didn’t hit 

corners in an empty

room, he. stood in one, slowly

aging, confused, love 

removed like a floor to sadness,

mistakes he made died in

a second, second hand on a

wristwatch ticking

away in a 

playground,

 

rusted slides and boxes of crackerjacks,

splinters in young fingers,

all covered with

moss and yellow

parking lines now; music

playing in an idling automobile,

song runs down her leg,

she checks the small

revolver, checks the small bore,

slaps the cylinder shut

like she slapped his 

mouth open,

 

revved the v—8 with a stiletto

heal and a bad attitude,

she looked

in a rear view, painted 

a reminder with tire rubber

and a slit dress,

straightened out road

curves with an Indian chief

hood ornament

and a palm pressed hard

on a horn,

tossed his ring out the 

side—vent 

window,

 

pulled up in front of his apartment,

straddled the curve,

imagined a

drunk lying in an

awkward position on a warped

park bench, tattered 

clothing not

close to

a beggar’s ambition; she shot 

through his lock with

a smoking gun,

shot through his loose apparel,

dropped the gun like

a prom date drops

her morals,

 

watched him bleed, watched

his gentle hand plead

for help; as she negligently 

walked, struck sulfur,

ignited the place,

three alarm red trucks used

water like a drowning

man drinks

moisture off a

sidewalk,

 

a while later, she awakens in her

Pontiac, guilt grows into

her face, she missed

the hugging,

missed his hand

brush her face, turns the key,

mashes down on the

accelerator, sails into

a lake where ice painted

its surface,

sails into solitude; 

but, a touch, a tug,

she’s pulled from the cold

watered murkiness,

 

gets mouth to mouth, the taste,

the feel, he

saved her, forgives her,

puts back her heart where in

a kitchen

a husband puts back

together a favorite plate

dropped out of haste

with white glue and a

tired opinion,

she holds him

with closed

eyes…

 

Copyright © 06/28/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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