a shadeless lamp
lit her face
" i'll teach you how to dream,"
she told me in her room
broken and beautiful
she was 32
red hair
she had freckles
on her *******
and lost eyes
desperate grey
eyes
like a coming storm
offered heartache held in the palm of her hand
her name i can't remember
it was a kind of whiskey
she loved whiskey
she said it again
"i'll teach you how to dream"
but i had surrendered
many times
many years ago
somewhere along
the road
to nowhere
and she passed out during the act
and the rabbit
was dancing in the ditch
and
so i finished
"don't you get it," i whispered
through her snoring
"we were faded
broken
a long
long
time ago"
walking out trailor
the saddest place on earth
is sante fe at sunrise