We took a ride on the
Wheel of Fortune, neither
of us asked to be pinned.
Your back against me
I measured the distance with
anxious fingers and tight eyes.
In a dream, you told me that
you wished on a star
to live in that pink house
near the lake.
A parrot resided in the cypress tree
You said.
A colorful thing that
sang in warbled Spanish.
I woke with a mosquito on my nostril.
A sickening smell of crushed magnolias
clinged to the air.
The guilty rarely sleep well.
I fissured my heart before
you had the chance
three swords shared between us.
A cigarette
my first in six years
under a bridge in Central Park.
Hysteria at sullied white shoes
and disobedient umbrellas.
I'm too soft for straining steel
and late night trains
you are too.
Water is our only salvation.
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