Warp Factor

She got the silver & I got the smoke
backing into a 100 year echo
& the blonde waves so green & dense w/foam

What color was it different
all lit up in 3 & a half languages
behind dark glasses, darker
eyes, empty windows…
She used to say it that way
Our Lady Queen of the Angels
now & then on Wilshire
Blvd six blocks from the beach

I wanted to sip from the bloodshot sunset
tattooed on her ankle but idolized as something
clumsy & tropical

like a preconceived notion of fate
drenched in neon