while his tongue burns inflamed by poison
nothing malfunctions
that was not already 10 seconds to God.
I’ve not calibrated for his exit
so our conversations remain
unscripted, free of the subtext which flatters
the mundane
until he loses the
energy which he was so glad to gain,
a pass he
earns
to be such an asshole
as only he can turn abnormal cells
into currency.
you better hope you don’t get better.
you got people signing up to whup your ass
the hotel lobby is technically a free place to meet
if you have at least one cousin staying the week.
your ramparts are down
and the same crusty Volvo you had since we were 18.
Google says we're just 4.3 miles from your house
and I come 1500 miles for this:
I couldn’t see
you didn’t hear
when I said I
love you.
I heard semis sing
in odd intervals
over your shoulder, I-75 fractured
by pine and negative space,
deciduous trees flashing leaf
in this brief winter intervallum.
on freshly lined blacktop
Holiday Inn Express parking lot
we shook like civilized human beings
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