for my best good friend, who I love dearly. thank you.*
wild hair reaching for their hearts, she bleeds onto the paper in runny rivulets like tears shed for the electric love fleeing to the corners of the earth off-target but shocked with excess
she weeps among the broken glass and ignores the mirrors reflecting the afterthought that lies at the end of each laugh or haircurl
heart thumping a metronomic beat to the hammers building the palaces gleaming with sweat and preserved with salty tears
secret city under construction eyes wet with worried incantations pen scratching plasma onto the trees hair alight defying the buzzcut season in love with the sunbeams (and moon rafters) that float with the dreams clinging to whispers
and everything glows in the haze while she closes her eyes smiles dancing on the guitar strings music on the heart pumping the blood on the paper