Running mad
A heist of heart
The cold hard wind
That runs your cheeks raw red

Too much luck,
A spinning head

A fumbled pass,
Fingernails
The heart I stole
A washed-up model's
Full tank of fast food
And cigarettes.

A cloudy break
Then music came
The city stood
Unshaken there
A capillary
A runner's cheek
A single cell
The sanguine beat