Handlebars
The smell of the city
I got warm feelings from a Mike’s Pastries box on the train
Like a warm haze in summer at the docks with a cannoli and a striped umbrella
The temporary bliss we lived in
Poor as we were there was sun and
July was our month,
Cockroaches and nights up crying
A boat ride to Salem in my pirate dress
Cornflower blue sheets like a glimmery dream
As I dance along the edge of 16 hour days
Candles ever burning on that shelf
Homeless gutter surfers laughing at me and my coffee
My last day off was Monday,
A month ago
Men and women that blur before my eyes
The weight of my body heavy in our bed
A bike ride along the river where your brother found his mind
He didn’t know he’d lost
Your ring left in the Target bathroom
My bones made of iron and ice cream
Rigid exterior
I’ll always remember the perfume of lemon and sage
Staring out at the lights on Stuart Street
I was a columbine blowing in the breeze
Amidst a sea of cacti
We danced
In the living room
To old music
You played on your piano
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