Aubade #3

so resistant the we. the h.

finger flash. I want you

in the getaway car, engine idle.

the gun hot. lost cause squid,

you starfish the bed as what was

red turns back to unmarked skin.

the whitehot space slowly returns

to language but in the wrong order.

you. i.    i. you.  a glass of water between. 




[Scraps are finding their way onto the page. Work in progress, from many angles. I’m learning which ones I like best.]