I'd like to slow dance with you
A tasteful sway, just for two
Don't tell the moon
I'm ready to leave her
Not ready to be left so soon.

She
was
driving east to 'Zona
Right on track.
Was
Gonna take her off,
Run right up
SMACK
Cut to black.
Bully for the woman who held me back.

Was
All s'posed to be over
Now I'm standing in the suburbs,
Lawnmower.
Maybe if you hadn't said you loved me
I might still
be
Sober.

Nothing
but a thought
ful
misinterpreted metal man
carved of an art
ist's
chisel block,
tarn
ished by history and hate
red
roses always bloom be
hind
The light that illuminates
the beach watchers.
my
beach watchers.
I will alter for you.

It was funny how
Before her summer of fourteen
Her life became
A longing dream
Small waist,
Big hips,
Double Ds,
Thigh gap,
An hourglass.
E, t, c.
This was her list and the time,
Time
Tick---
Tick---
Ticked away like grains of sand and salt
The scale reads one five zero.

She had a
Banana for breakfast, just one:
Yellow and clammy,
The way her skin had become and yet it was
Cool and smooth to the touch.
Milky. Like that dancer's dying eyes
After the teacher had told her to drop a few pounds.
Well, now she hangs a few pounds.
Just for a few pounds.
Toes pointed perfectly.

Do you like
How she floats now?
Are her little freckled arms
Light at her sides now?
Angelic, you wanted, and angel you now have.
Held up by a halo of rope around her 14-year-old throat.

She must have
The largest heart
For I have been pouring into it liters of love
As of four years now
And it still has not been filled.
Is that it?

Or has she no heart at all?
Perhaps I'm pouring my love aimlessly into her blood
But blood flows to her feet, blood moves through her mind
She does not show it.
Could she be bloodless? All pale and porcelain?

No, I think her heart
Must be filled with holes.
Through which the love I pour,
Stems through.

If she'd just let me in...
Maybe I could mend it.
And if I fail,
I'd like my love back, please.