the night sank after the future got sprayed with charcoal
after they told us to live like this.
your Dramatic mosquito mother sat next to me on
the day I fell for you.
her taxi mouth couldn’t get enough and
I just can’t get enough.
a twist in my side had let me know just how long I could take it.
aluminum clouds pestered the Cahaba lily in your yard before a
pleated rainfall converted itself into a home.
up on that hill is where I got to know you,
falling in love under an infrequent and egotistical sun-
-where I learned why scars from cupid seldom heal.