white frame of face in blackness

then to me, you said,
'take this pouring bauble, sleep your pillow with its glue'

and i shuddered like a ferris cart at the peak


there is nowhere left to drive
that wouldn't require someone calling the cops

a replacement 'anywhere is better than here'


my tape deck is shit
and the blankets are sticky and knotted
for if i had the pillow you suggested in my trunk


then to you, i turned,
'please shake these foul murders from my dreams'
and you saved me a piece of a cupcake


and weren't our soluble parts marvelous
when the cold front remembered?

that would be something you would've said

to me, as i emptied a pail of photographs

from the top of the chicago building