[Cigarette Butts]
The crash and sway was never enough
For her, or
her heart
broke once every night.
Still we danced.
While the moon shimmied along
the creep crawls of the young
never the intended.
She would walk through my door
Naked and high
We broke bottles in the back seats.
Bounced and bucked.
Nothing more than hair, sweaty skin
and capers caped.
We walked home hand
in hand.










