The parking lot is empty but my mouth
is full with your mouth
and the inside of your nissan is cluttered
with books and receipts and
there is a wind outside shoving against the glass
and your eyes are like reservoirs glinting in green light
from the dashboard clock
There is a howling outside and the rain blows
sideways across the lamp light
and inside, zippers are unzipping
and the steering wheel is getting in the way.
You wrap around me like melting cellophane
and I will never have to love you.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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