10:17 pm / 10.10.04
green hearts thud through thousands of gallons of blood.
and we sit in tanning beds to steal the sun
when light lines form
we cry and blood flows farther up into our faces
we turn green
The leaves turn brown and our nipples grow harder
the sun sets slower and we close our windows
shoppers wear their winter sweaters
and morning dew becomes cold instead of wet.
Green blood forces hearts to rise
beats to thud and hands to shake
leaves that fall cause men to rake
kids to jump and me to smile.
the greenest heart, the leaves fallen down
are reminders of the most alive dead town
here with t-shirt stretched over breasts
i watch as fall proves again to be the death of death.