on a stone he
etched her name
as she did
the same
then he pulled out
the vile of
heroin
ment for them
she said i love you
and he did the same
and as he
stuck her
with the dull
end of the
syringe
she grinned
“baby, do it again”
she laughed.
“i’m still in,”
he said.
she laughed again.
the clouds in the sky
looked like
marshmellow
cereal bars
and the frogs
and the grasshoppers
and the honeybees
blended all together
like a
jig saw
puzzle from
outerspace
as a single
drop of her
blood
dribbled down
from her forearm
to her wrist
like an upside
down tribal
tat
“my turn, baby”
he said to her
and he took his shirt off
and flung it too the ground
