I Have Exhausted The Trampoline Springs of Summer

do that thing you do
the dance with the wrong knees
and the wrong eyes
that sends me howling like an ambulance
down highway one
with the wind
trapped between my shoulder blades

If I had ever wanted honesty
I would have measured the distance
Between our thumbs & asked for it.

Tell me you’ve suffered, if you should want. Tell me
Your heart turns blue in winter. Tell me you love the stage,
The costumes, speeding in the dark.
A lie only hurts when it is colourless.  Remember
The mood you were in when you swallowed
The midnight sun, how it felt to balance candles on your collarbone.