things were electric and the days
were long
in small towns where people easily
get bored
the situation has a situation
your tongue was out
when I tried to reach it
your eyes glowed like a flashed flock
in the dark
in the fruitless dark
cold as ever
cactus is male
fading dog shows
we captured in her divorced mother’s
room
she ate all her letters
or turned them into confetti
stretched out
on unfancy pillows, blanket
you gaze was fixed elsewhere
she ran a casino
she was the owner’s wife
she wasn’t her parents’ child
I can give you a ride
and your eyes glowed
you can go home now
leave me here
things were electric and the days
were long
