It
was in the sun red blossom twice Nguyen said I’m not kidding
watched him kill this guy all bandaged blind read him poetry about the
wind, light blowing through the leaves and how the glimmers on the
water of azure belly-flop nude memories when we were young, said just
relax c’mon but that sucker squirmed no one relaxed no one could
ever relax the bullet swirled out of the Glock 17 looming so large
expanding
regular monster-size close-up the most beautiful spinning gray and blue
then spurting scarlet-purple on the ochre wall whose brains and
personality I felt sorry for myself as he was jerked out of his chair
Nguyen let him down with dead man’s love still saying the
sunshine never stops it’s in your mind.
I’m just wanting to go dance amplified shit smelling black
flowers slam and croon green strobelit sliced-up motion where is Nguyen
don’t ask me.
When I’m on the floor wrapped in extension cords Ly breathes mint
tongue you’re next they got your name address they know your
asshole in the beat while deaf children of tomorrow dance super slo-mo
and I roll in shame, goodbye, plunk! plunk!
In the water Nguyen broods he should have asked permission more clearly
like where is Sam I have his inheritance plastic shiny black, swelling
pink huge bullet in my brain suspended like I can study it all day,
some tender kind of math birds sing kids play it’s morning one
last time.
Pirated guitars blend with ancient jets I’m tasting lime on wet cement.
Please come back, Ly. Come back on your scooter in your white slip gold thighs docs and black hair with turquoise ends.
I’ll do so much better next time I love you now and when.
I’m not like I used to be I change.
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I. Fontana
lives in Portland, Oregon and has been
previously published in BOMB.
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