the bridge is the only thing that reminds me i'm alive

no one prepares you for the cold. 

he’s scared

of the noise. but i wish

we’d stay. 

when i walk in,

someone’s playing guitar. 

only the drunk are dancing.

across the aisle, he stands 

in Japanese denim. 

i must've memorized his shadow. 

red lights beam, illuminating his face.

soles of his shoes   worn out from the day’s walk 

fray    at the edges 

in slow motion, she laughs.           nods her head

to the beat 

it fills her        with something. 

she stomps, softly tapping against hardwood 

my love - i guess i should smoke more

so i could write for you like this.

it's planetary,

you could walk, and you can run    and the moon is inescapable.