State Theater, Bitch

Saint Petersburg, FL.

Poor eyes fell to you—

All in—

With one glance;

I tried to stand in

Driveways too long—

A warning of porch lights

From parents to call it;

You lingered in me

From there, for

Awhile, for

Too long…

…if I could be—

Remote little devil-loves,

Near to our cores,

Cupped in scalded hands;

Tossed key chains

In parking lots—you seized

Me; at a time, when

I was young and easily


To throw anything


Into a parking lot

Metaphor (in

This case: literally)…

When I was

A seized-eighteen—

Broke of heart

In the palm of your door.



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