summer rain // POEM
systematic - erasing organs
from bodies: your heart, my lungs.
i have never seen lights so bright;
that isn't a star, this isn't our bed.
we lay like cool lovers on operating
tables.
i wish we had changed our locks,
i wish we had changed our faces.
this rain brings the smell of cocaine
and you swore you didn't like it.
the systematic slice of the surgeon's
knife proves you a liar.
prove me your favorite fool:
another painless lover for your
faceless facade.
Tell me your favorite poem.