Like someone dropping a neon ice cube into a
virgin bloody mary
& the streetlights snap on all at the same time
a virgin bloody mary is a bloody shame
I’m offering you 20 miles of empty pavement
Ralph Ellison in camouflage coveralls
a single fin balsawood toothpick surfboard
& my love,
for what it’s worth,
after you take that step
& the next,
I mean the one after the last
where you’re still waiting for the rescue mission
that never got the call
& the sky seizes up the way your heart does