she is dirty he is gutless
they are nameless and drenched in fear
drunk on jacaranda wine and common nightmares
on disneyland dreams and wooden roller coasters and budding flowers
if she breathed any harder she’d drink him
her lips were a straw her tongue acted a chinois
keeping the heavy particulates out
not that there were many to sift
intercepted from reality appropriately on target
connected yet detached joined like a blood knot
her boiled rope spaghetti strap dress
hangs like a neckless noose at his feet
while he moved toward the window
his tattoos stayed behind
certain conditions cause street lamp sodium vapor to miracle work
conditions like tonight like right now
questions in the morning
maybe answers definitely hunger
that unattended take-out was never refrigerated
it didn’t matter nothing did ever
just the now just the moment just them
