story begins at the black mouth of a cave and ends with a
dog at the door. With chaos. A hotel in Tucson.
curtains on the window. A love
letter written as a
IF I KISS YOU, WILL YOU SUFFER? In the
light of early morning, Elvis is in the kitchen
we can’t go
on together, and Katie laughs in the
tub, drops her head under bathwater and
Says: “Salvation is easy. You just have to die a
with love, mon amour. Same with anything dazzling
blackness beyond the reach of the lightbulb.
The yellow flower
patterned sheets. Our stunned faces,
pale with strange relief when we witnessed the unraveling
of all things beautifully brief: a love that slow dances.
Holds hands when it crosses the street. Remembers to call
home. A love killed every night. Resurrected every morning.