There was nothing polite about the air that night with its tangled
 

laughs as winter approached

 


 

must of been below freezing while hail instantly formed around

 

my nose and the outside of my lips

 


 

was it her that i saw getting picked up by that van or was it me

 

as i remember something i was never supposed to forget

 


 

she wore a tight shirt hugging her uniformly erect nipples creating

 

a warm shelter for each of her monuments

 


 

her pants hung low over her hips that somehow created shadows

 

of lust i have never yet experienced in this kind of touch

 


 

just as she moved closer entering the van leaving to nowhere

 

she moved closer to leaving my sight and escaping our lasting

 

glance

 


 

she looked young... so young and willing to run into anything

 

that felt right

 


 

i was scared for her not knowing if i was ever to see her again

 

and she missed me while the last of her skin fell from her palms

 


 

into the street to finally meet me

 


 

the black stains of rubber peeling away rung over and over in

 

my ears as i filled the bed that night

 


 

i smelled her last goodbye and it made me shiver like the ice

 

around my body followed me home

 


 

i never saw her again except for when i closed my lids and saw the man

 

that drove her off holding her like an unborn baby

 


 

she lived in a crib that he built for her made of glue and razors

 

that his mother had kept him in until he was eight

 


 

starvation was next with the holes of her palms already missing to stuff

 

destined to make a lasting bride in the cornfield that night hanging arch

 

greeting crows of our cotton march

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