kiss me quick while we're still spinning

a

 

 

 

 

 

 

silence

 

 

 

 

 

that

bothered you.

 

Falling in a time bomb

a hand on your inner thigh,

battered jeans and

            I’m sure the zipper is still broken

 

Gunshot pops in the sky,

violent and welcome.

My face alight in the orange

only wishing I could be closer

so I

could feel it in my chest.

 

 

You can only walk quickly towards it.