convenience store at midnight -
because my heart drove me here & my body
is rusty in wanting you, I hover in the light like
a moth, my poor wings in desperate flutter.
my body, (I bring up because I have to) flashes
in absolute firework; neon is a powerful thing
to love - I hold it in my mouth like candy &
pass it to you, spit-soaked & glowing,
like crushed ice, cherry flavored.
I love you as much as I need to buy gasoline.
convenient, I could have mistaken you
for the same thing.

