"Duct Tape Valentine."
Remember our best night?
Not drowning, not the selfsame gasping
as a makeshift blast broadcast through gaping windows--
River and skyline turned over, pigeons piercing the surface
like reverse rain.
Outside the evening zephyrs, similar scenes.
If I imagine you moving to open a car door, I get in.
There are whole days left to destroy, you say.
Now we are far away, now we are breaking dull thuds on a stage.
Hello.