Before We Bed Down into Loves We Wont Keep Long
Our bones form a lean-to that cant bear
the speed of any storm.
We are blown down on an El platform
thats bent on shivering us away.
Our heelshazardous beams tending
toward the tracks.
Wed be dancing alone against the wind
if not for each other.
We raise our heavenly bodies toward
the heat lamps of warming stations,
like the moths weve become,
busy eating the fabrics of our brains
with spliffs so loose we cough up
charred leaves, grind them in our teeth.
We are pests to ourselves
covering our bodies with eggs of grief
that eat through our skins and hair,
leaving only bones, staggering stalks.
Somebody has thrown a Barbie
onto the third rail.
I cant see her face against steel
but wonderhas it melted? or singed?