“Lungs Echo Smoke”

Breathing became 9/11.

Terror. Fear. Sadness. Hate. Loss of life.

It was two towers of unrefined connection.

We both stood talk and cold. Steel bodies.

So many mountains between. So many oceans.

We waged war in different ways without thought of the other and it made for a collective delivery in the name “Identify”. See your targets. See the dead you brought into the universe. Blanket the mountains, plains, forests & people in the taste of iron and tears.

I firmly remember the blood clots...circling the seams of jeans...the taste of house keys in the trapped air of the main bathroom breeze.

Having to match gazes?! Look away. Try to hold it all together after the failures. My robotic sense of seeing. Trying to just be a being.

That’s when it went from “we could...” to “I’m going to remind until you die...”.

Those glued pockets of plasma stood in forms of crimson, echoing fall color...and I couldn’t even appreciate your form...I...saw what “she” was to be or could’ve been. My mind didn’t get it. A simplistic child who didn’t get to know death...in real life...

Now all I hear is “Post Office”...

Such a sad fucked kid wishing for a hug.

Such a bad piece of ass that wasn’t enough.

Elmont & Ashcake.

Mom’s Plymouth Neon.

Orange four door.

I should’ve been dead.

I see the tall grass and wished that black Dodge Stratus was going faster...none of you would have to had to know me.

...Santa is a punchline...

I’m no present. 🎁