you look like two dead leaves
and the trees between
in the distance
swaying
as if they'd never heard
jazz
before

give me your hand
the one that you **** with
and i'll wrap around it a bracelet
to keep the liquid
from reaching your
skin

as if it was all determined
by the look in your eyes
when I told you
that which you already knew

I danced with someone three days ago
and she was smiling
and the light was orange
but I could not keep from crumbling
when you smiled
from behind
closed eyes
and then left into the night
weeping in my imagination
as if we wanted the same thing

a GUNSHOT
is one part black
and three parts red

count me out