Ta g ta c ta d
we played a song
you sang
mm, i played guitar
you hit a note
and we locked eyes
like locked
like actually like
locked
like, that's it and
that's all
there'd ever be.
tears welled up in
my eyes
they started to
anyway
felt something
right then
the vibrato of that
note ya sang
in time
stretched
and stretched
felt so good
and stretched
till it herniated
the fat of it
busting through
tissues
strands of the
actual
separating
like spreading
fingers
yellow adipose
threading through it
mushrooming into voids.
yr still hitting
that beautiful note
that B flat
that B flat of love
of partial nakedness
smirking into the
evening
blowing ill formed
smoke rings
the streetlights
cutting
their own brand of
kindness
through the windshield
of your car.
