| read the overdue postcard reminders
of dancing with her holed-out heels

on the tops of winter pharmacy roofs,
and of making love on the frozen water
of lakes | cannot pronounce.

We scramble in and out of separate beds,
and | watch from distances as she throws fe
phones against walls of concrete ek
because | drink too much or do not listen to -
her family or my whiskey dick. Sole

There was always a fire in her honesty,
butlt'stoodamnhot =
andnowsummerishere,
(back to the machine gun me thinks),

| must stand drunk on the moon,

listening as the earth dies screaming,
there’s nothing | can do, Lucile .
the nightmares never go away,

She whistles as she walks now,

along the slits of the old highway railway junction,
singing of warm beerandcold women, —_—
and beautiful yellow flowersand prose. Ss

We sometimes pass along sidewalk game paths,

making eye contact and beautiful awkward smiles,
but we both know | willnever write back = =
and we will never feel filled. See

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