Trust fall
Light trickles in, honey on ice,
whiskey on the rocks…
words and images by Jaime Greenberg
Light trickles in, honey on ice,
whiskey on the rocks…
I want to live on land with the same scars as me…
She sings the desert quiet
and makes it rain.
At the station air flickered rain,
cuts and jolts, old movies playing out
unspooling at the end—
March turns the year about
and we start again.
The whole world hinges
on the spring.
Walking home, it hits you,
like a silver bell ringing —
“Tell me,” she said. “Tell me about my future…”
Step by step
crack by crack,
forward and back,
I avoid the now
where you aren’t.
But I can’t
get
the rhythm
right…
I want to stand on the edge of the world with you
as sunlight sparks the night–
The moon
escaped nights ago
is slowly dragging herself back
outside my window…