what does it matter if we aren't in love?
you guide me to the edge,
blindfolded,
your warm breath in my ear
the smell of high fructose fruit roll ups and cloves.
there's a tree like a snaggle tooth jutting out into a sky like icicles & flannel shirts.
this is the perfect canyon,
the perfect grey,
the perfect darkness.
spanish accent & warm hands,
you guide me to the edge
& i spread my arms out like they do in the movies.
wide,
wide,
wider,
stretching my limbs out of my body,
and my fingers out of my hands,
everything
open.
and i smile!
(like the sun in summertime. blue backdrop
& lemonade flavored.)
open open open
teeth
tongue
lips,
pink and perfect,
i am radiant.
"push her."
i am flying.
"PUSH HER."
i am falling.
***
do you know your lines?
***
reach up
be silent
arch your back
fall over
swivel your hips
fuck that shit up
lift yourself up
roll your shoulders
dance
put your hands above your head
sit down
shut up
reach out
lay down
arch your back
tell a story
move your mouth
be something.
***
it's too late tonight
and god knows i have more to say.
i have to say it better.