Girls with Insurance

As It Rises, So Must It Something Something

 

That’s an unholy
penmanship you've

Got there
she said

And the walls were full
of machinery and

She was the vividest
girl in the whole

Howard
Johnson’s

fragmented love poem #5

 

I love you in my
ambulance way

sirens flashing like
modern candlelight

neck shimmering
like half a radio

-

this is my battered
valentine, my sad

version of prayer
my excuse for a

flare gun when
it’s just too dark

She may or may not be a Human Being. I put my hands in the water and feel a jellyfish. I take out my hands and the translucence slips away with the water. The translucence slips away through my fingers and soon the shimmering, effortless creature is still and opaque, like hardened skin. The lights that flash in the dark water stop flashing. The translucence slips away. I know I can remember feeling it. I put my hands in the water and felt it there. What more can I say? There is nothing to write today.