Ariel Lee
hydraulic hissing
city bus brakes
doors fold shut with a soda-pop shhh
last one today, I’m afraid
we are a little bit too late, so
crow’s nest on sweat-slicked shoulders
summer soaks your favorite clothes
black shades, pebbled leather trenchcoat
Wesley Snipes as Blade,
glossy lead paint on a pocketknife
soot-stained concrete basement
patchouli dragon suffocates
delighting in frayed strings ignited
one swift strike
sickly sweet Snapple Apple sticking
woolen locks tangled in sundried palms
Snack Packs half mold
an autopsy will show
rust and rain run bloody
a pile of your favorite clothes
the old trenchcoat is a body by the highway