my god, i’m full of dinner and walking slow
not looking to be known but looked at
i’m most beautiful in torrid half-light
like tonight, but no luck:
i bought up the scratch offs
littered the sidewalk with one
the rest placed atop a trash heap
chiaroscuro rotting black plastic chic
picked an album to hear
fell in love to it once:
flutter time transporter
memory soft belly hoarder
haven’t loved since
really haven’t been looking
just writing what i know
walking slow, etcetera
looked back at my spent luck
balanced unkindly on the pile:
hot garbage smells the same
without a soul to see me home