During the breakup I smoked a menthol cigarette
The apartment covered in dustballs and broken glass
Scuffed white walls
Not even a trash bag to put the pieces
Of memories, the fist fights,
drunken nights of him, lonely
The ceiling fan trying to keep cool
In the summertime
Love for me happens in spring,
When the jacarandas bloom their kind of purple
I left. I never felt guilt.
I walked into a giant birdcage
A blue peacock greeted me
Parakeets flew above my head
Maybe it was a sign of childhood
The long drives to nowhere
The incessant valley heat I’ve never
Been able to escape
The snow has eluded my tropical blood
I prefer the sea anyways
There’s something about the sticky heat.
That’s when the shot went off,
The one that made my whole world spin
Out the window over the WWII rose garden
Crawling over the brick.
I’m back smoking those menthol cigarettes
Unable to shake the dustballs
Do I become a dog in the next life?
If I’m too much of a snob in this life?
Stars streak the sky in this ever expanding Milky way
Caramel stuck to my teeth like bad memories
Cavities are the result of careless pleasure
And cramped toes from wearing too tight shoes