unfinished...needs work
1:24 a.m.
i came home
and washed the day off my face
a boy kissed the rug
like mecca
i traced the spine-bumps
like stegasaurus
like picket fence
xylophone
or river rock
one lump or two
in our throats?
we compared
broken hearts
(with mirrors attached)
in sleep i saw
boys on the roof
there was sand in the bed
but no one cared
the radio woke up
with your voice