Dating you across black death quarantine lineswas like trying to shave in a curved mirrorwith three life-size crucifixes behind me,each distorting the perspective exponentially.
You had one of those wheel/needle apparatusesthat tortures lawns in order to aerate them.All the Home Depot experts in the statecouldn’t convince you that it was impossibleto grow Kalamata olives in your front yardin the western outlands of Texarkana.
A vole nibbled on the collar of a dead corgi,feet vertical on the greens of a retirement home.
He saw clouded shades of silverwith the tags between his eyes and nose,like a kid lost in a View-Master by Fisher-Price.
In a pristine alley, I screamed, “Foster’s, it’s Australian for beer,”hurdled a solar recycling bin that crushed cans into squares,and spun around to fight a pickpocket (happened to be security):a strip mall predicted by sheep’s’ bladders.
Near the drainage creek filling with sand,the International Space Station was visible.It blinked like a cat testing new eyeswhile realizing it had been declawed last night,and I remembered some relative sayhe missed the moon landing while awayat a camp that taught kids not to masturbate,the hard…
Like that continuously burning crater in Russia,you fucked up with a natural urgency.
You used to live in a bowling alleywith no thought of the shamelessnessrequired to black out in the ether of wood oils.
Under one of those trees with peeling bark,you hummed “Cheeseburger in Paradise”as if it were the rapture.
You were sick of vacation since it was fake,“Just move there if you like it so much;your shit is broken if you…
The roller skates blew to pieces in a driveway, crumbling;could Buzzfeed every listen in over all my mumbling?Then you wore that clear plastic jacket from Blade Runner.
The grand, old sun turned out to be nougat, delicious.The ozone holes had the feel of a mandolin A stringand were equally rusted, worse at one end.
Being the hotter of the twins is toughsince there’s always someone peeking at your screenwith way too much blackmail fodderready to go at a moment’s notice.