1927

Torn around the waist

The lipstick looking frightened

The branches tearing at your shoulders

Looking like a monster from 1927

The stomach for stomach stomach skin the air

Reach your arm out

Maybe wind will swim like leaning lovers

Or snatch away your dance

Don’t run too fast

You might get away from the dozen

Courting fangs

Hello there

The dust upon my suit coat

Imagines

The heat you caused reaching

For my hand a million miles away

Like never

The eye glancing at my

Melting shoes

Like forever

Never running faster toward the

Devil and the air