JUSTICE

Born of blood and restless sound
small terrible thing,
you'll find this pulse
of electric living.

across the red blanket
of your eyes shut tight against light,
making wishes
and pulling on feathery petals
but only fools make promises.

LOTTE

now that i know you put your head down every night to sleep
and that i am not allowed to like you-

i will admit it to no one.

maybe it can just be a friendship. so delicate they rise and fall.
and when they crash they make no sound, just turn into ash.

i looked at you out of the corner of my eye all day yesterday.
thought about what it would feel like if this were a date. if.
ican'tican'tican't.
i put the cut glass crystal we found
in the pocket of a child's jacket
next to the window

i think it sends out psychadelic rays.
i think they've got the best of me.

so far i've i smashed my knee three times in the same place.
it's so funny- to see her everyday. make a little game out of hiding my face:
blank expression/pretending not to notice/feign surprise.

you know the girl.
sits behind formica tables in those chinese diners that sell breakfast for 3.95?
drinks their coffee because it's cheap. vindicates her artist soul.
i think it tastes like vinegar.