And the Funniest Part About It Is

I swear, some divine afflatus
came down on me that night, and I could do no wrong.
“I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle
I will outshine them all.”
Chugging gasoline, having sex on broken glass.
Don't tell me you didn’t want to,
you’re worse at lying than you are at dancing.
I’m a crazy balloon, the kind without string.
Flitting, flying, finagling, and you can’t catch me, oh no
at least not without your shoes. But I made you take those off
and tossed them from the overpass. Thud, thud. One two.
How different your stride is now!
Listen.
No, stop talking. Can you hear that?
Footsteps, they kept on walking without you.
See? They didn’t need you after all!
You can’t really blame them, because you scuffed them to death
Of course they’d want to get away.
Now every divot in the concrete claws at the soles of your feet
like a broken clothes hanger. What goes around comes around.
You can thank me later, when you're in bed and swollen
and the dye from your wet jeans has bled onto your thighs
making you look blue and bruised.
You always wanted to feel that way, you said.
I’ll be back tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off
in your car, as we drive underwater.
That'll get your blood flowing, mark my words.



- LAP etc.