Half-Life
Photo by Mariel Wiley
This fast fixing suspense
Before your name tasted
OUT OF ORDER
An ecstasy that exits slowly
Trading change for Newports
Pulling at pieces of a
Candy bar
You cupped my likeness
Between your palms
Your bright linoleum eyes
The sewers evaporating in the
Heat of summer
I hoped hard
For the night to never
End
Held him like his
Knees might buckle
