magnetic sleep

Uniform for two people

a plan that went haywire

neon sign called Rome

This unknown endless day the

endless field of grass we would have to run in

her unlit eyes sunk below 

we had meatballs and a whiskey float

she sat in the room waiting for the telephone 

she watches TV eating fries

and everything feels like a cloud

 

In the back room all the women are confident

they stare back at you 

landscape cuts

looking eyes move

sitting on the train going backwards 

I see Philadelphia disappearing in front of me as I drift back

stretching apart a gravitational pull bound around my waist 

walking backwards staring at an unmoving dot 

what you need to do is love with hatred