Amy King
The Inescapable Love That Never Was
Bulldozer beforehand the horses
graze soundly out back the cranes
implant the earth one night only
fishing new directionsDiner table imparts
the room
around it
peony walled paperWaitress hip wide stretched veins
tied behind her back offersThe radio, egg whites, pepsi
bottle of vodkaShe sleeps without coffee
servicing the last smile
for miles the sign shines silver outside,
a symbol out of orderCamera on her face rests
against the surface dries brown cup
ring a cakewalk into
town these days the stains reflect