And then her screams

began to sound

like sirens

but no one seems

to hear them.

There were no walls

thicker than her temples.

Small bumps on the road,
the orange light from the street lamps glow
like a midnight sun
and I fell in love with the girl beside me,
sleepy and lovely
with a scar underneath her chin -
a childhood souvenir because
she could never stay still;
her hair free and wild
like her.

And I'm looking at her,
feeling the cold wind on my face
though I've never felt this warm.

Stupid and spirited,
I know I will give her name as the answer
when years from now a child asks me
about my youth.

Old man Bukowski said:
The flesh covers the bones
and they put a mind in there
and sometimes a soul..
I believe God
poured and poured
all the glorious things on her
and gave her a hand-made heart of gold.

And maybe this isn't going to end well
and well, all of this is forbidden,
like the apple
but still sweet
so never mind the toothache
or the possible heartbreak.

she dropped on the ground
like a comet landing on earth,
her band-aided knees
kissing the floor.
i saw god, she said.
i saw god.
why the ****** hands then, i asked.
i punched the mirror, she said.
i punched the mirror.