Jim Behrle
To the Cigarette Girl
there are plenty more x’s
inside of me. streetlights
in parenthesis, italics.
we need more Busters.what you’ve got: menthol,
taller than me. I would like
to be an L, I think. mailbox
with only a little graffiti.prepared for rebirth,
bloody as that must be.
I cannot be held
I’m quicksilver andapology, so fast and gone.
refrain: spraypaint and come.
dis-and-mis-connection, circles
of erased colors, colors in a pile.scrawl where there ought to
be hieroglyphs, sun was to
follow. wet and dement my
skin with you, expressedacross bone and broken.
I want to be a language
you can teach me.