crash

 

I have cleaned even the stem of the pipe
                                               crystal clear
twisting it frantically for the last
                                                wisp

before you take it gently from my hands

the wheel of the lighter has burned my thumb
                the tv chatters softly to itself
                                                   as

we float down through layers
               of chemical insubstance

desire
                                    (panic)
breathless


the salt of blood and tears
in my trembling mouth
                     I hum to myself
and
           rock

waiting for the phone
the phone
the phone

my heart
                     leaps

revolvingrevolving

                               we fall farther

I lick the dew on the outside of your beer can
while my throat comes back
into
focus

mysteriously
                               on
fire

you watch
           thoughtfully
           magnified

and the phone rings