Untitled – Colleen Choate

the crackle came
through the line
probably the lightning

            tug boat

            lights

mist
rising from
asphalt

            that gasp

            torn from the

            handbook

in the trajectory of
things
the lights
were not
approaching zero
   we couldn’t
see
            your
   severed totems

 

we couldn’t

even see

 

traced my veins
through my body

you spilled looping

                        and I said
            HOLY

you were light

                        I didn’t know what
                   construction that’s
               the worst I’ve ever
            seen traffic before,
    can I borrow your
can opener?

 

I’m      breaking
you      down

                        to the stripped
                        bark

            your sweaty rabbit foot

                                    like it could
                                    keep me
                                    warm