Playing along rewards in blacks and blues.
Mostly purple hues. Unexpected,
as always, it diffuses like ink
in a cup of water. Settling down and drawing
attention to an already troubling bridge.
Never symmetrical or sturdy.
Often making my sunglasses buckle.
A leaning tower shifts.
But imagine now. At this age. The very future
when my eyes work so hard to find
the details under street lights.
What he looks like in my periphery.
The desire lines. I just can't go
through life feeling my way out
of the medicine cabinet. I drop a pill
into the sink and down the drain she goes.
Ending up asleep with an ache
inside where the air is thin
and in spasms
it almost meets crimson.
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