WAM 2012-13Table of Contents:
| Theygasoline and people meeting she’s a cellar door with a talent for mischief and has hands in the place where her eyes should be he’s secretly swallowing the birds and the bees and has holes in his lungs from the smoke that he breathes and they’re happy together they sleep side-by-side until one day she doesn’t want cigarette smoke caught in her hair she learns a lesson in being fair and mimics the earth by loving in waves he takes the syrup drip-dripping from her lips and condemns his affection with slides and slips and when they reach the train station he tells he’s escaping her volcanic perfection because they learned to run before they could walk learned to scream before they could talk learned love is revelation and trust is shock but they still don’t know whether to knock or just walk in and that’s when word-weapons crashed banged slit their throats filled moats with blood and angry words and down turn like off-balance sleep walkers they drifted and fell apart into the deep end of their fears for one another so they light matches to keep the spark alive but don’t realize the gasoline streets have flooded and soon their third-door apartment is gutted filled with fire burning down, down, down and the whole town watches as her eyes grab pictures and things and leave him with his ring that he planned to give her before fire and weapons he’d been so sure that his cigarette lungs would last until he could say with his last breath give away his heart to intertwine their lives swan dive into volcanoes together always together she was the earth tethering him to her two birds of a feather with one wing broken the hush of the street below leaving thinks unspoken because buildings don’t burn without devils awoken and she was the only one out alive ![]() |