blues
tonight the moon beams a closed-lipped smile that drops shivers down my throat. tonight my love told me to Have a Good One without looking me in the eye, & chords of party music strained voice so loud that its echoes folded back on its mouth. when my shadow walks, the pit in my stomach jingles familiar like house keys. tonight the air smells inexplicably of blue magic, what Momma used to grease my scalp with. if I dream, I am dreaming nightlights muted by petroleum. & headlights soothing like dream catchers, the lamps peach pits, electric, seeded candles to flicker the way to the roots. & the black-line base of it soothes my black Madonna throat, holding it up. & up, there is a helicopter dipping into the sky like into a jar of blue magic. & the noise lifting me to its mouth pulls the product loose, throbs a vein behind. O, I know from the air, we are measured 1 e & a, 2 e & another breeze blows by.
