What can I say?
You didn't read the warning label.
Dangling from the ceiling, fluorescence like drunken accents dripping from the tongue, the fallacies we fashion into stars and let hang in our eyes, etc etc.
You know the story. You were there,
how in that light,
we almost looked human,
the city screaming around us, the dusty night engulfing everything.
I mean, even zippers have teeth,
so slam the window shut. Slam the door. Slam and slam and slam until my name doesn't matter anymore,
your eyes like the barrel of a gun, your eyes like headlights.
I'll be doing the same,
taking pictures out of their frames. It feels different that way, a naked memory.
doing the laundry, cutting up the furniture, spotlights for the spotlights. I know
you liked to think yourself a martyr for our love. I wish someone would've shut you up,
the skin in my teeth from chasing my own tail. You never forget the taste of blood.
I have more important things to feel guilty about.