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Kar Accident

When you told me that this was your seventh shot

With those pomegranate lips of yours

That drunken smile mixing with the salt on my brow

I knew you were trouble

Or to say I knew you were in trouble

Your laughter echoing hollow

And by the time we got to that party

Your legs were more like foreign languages

And your words sounded more like feet

The sweet slurring of your tongue

As you told me that you loved me

And I just laughed and dug deeper into the party

So by the time I had finished my first beer

You were leaning O so dangerously on the wall

As if it were your last chance to be vertical

I wasn’t that surprised to come outside and see your

Blue dress horizontal, bent over behind a car

And hear sweet sounds of your stomach crying for sanctuary

But when you fell forward like a tree alone in a forest

And you lay their like a dead dove

I knew we had a problem

Your head flailing back in my arms as I held you

The last bits of ***** falling like snow from your mouth

And you hung there like some angel

Beautiful

And maybe dying

Crying we carried you into the emergency room

Your eyes swirling like the night sky

All stars and shadows

The wheel chair your great cradle as you rocked your self to oblivion

And they wheeled you away

And left us wondering at what kind heaven

Or hell you were venturing to

As you lay there

Shivering

Wrapped up tight so as keep your pretty heart

Pounding out the beat to your existence

We waited

Quietly at first

And then

Like cold beer glasses

The condensation of our eyes

Let forth in torrents of love

And hope and longing

For you to stop that quivering

For your eyes to return from their pilgrimage into the back of your head

For the earthquake in your hands to recede

For your mouth to regain that quiet smile

And I remember clearly

The urge to pray

I remember holding my head in my hands

And whispering to the lord

Whispering and begging

Knowing that this is wrong

And girls like you don’t die so easily

That’s about the time they told us we had to leave

And after our rioting calmed down

Into quiet murmurs

We piled into the cab

And left your

Golden face

Sleeping

Sleeping

Sleeping so that you could wake

But we didn’t sleep

And as the minutes stretched and hazed into hours

I thought of your smile

And the drunk way you said you loved me

Love be strong

Hold tight girl

We will be the dawn of your morning

We will be at your bedside by the first rays of light

Be strong girl

Be strong

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eliot-greene
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Dec 24, 2013
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