Whip. Crack. Smack.
White. Back to black.
Baritone moan.
Through flesh and bone.

But will I come out
A diamond? Or mis-shapen?
When pressure's relieved

i expected a mislabeled can
filled with tap water
i expected to hold hands
when i met your father's daughter
i expected stuffed animals
at the zoo
i expected so much less
and then i got you

cheeks flushed red
out of the blue
something so fresh
something so new
without the slightest clue
why.

her best ****
was half drunk
fully clothed
in the front row
of a strangers
disco funeral

And then I thought that
those big, endless dark spaces
between the stars in the night sky
had to mean Something

besides

how much nothing is in
Nothing.