i could be so easily broken.) my

eyes you have my eyes, i think

i saw a man on the bus pull a

deck of playing cards from his mouth

(a few fell on the floor, when

he put the others back between

his teeth, those remained in his

hand. they were red. the others

were blue.) your eyes were blue,

even without the tears i needed,

i had no other water to drink,

the bearded woman had not yet

taken my seat, that girl with the

fucked up cross spoke in tongues

until her cellphone rang. when

i thought no one was looking

i cut my arm open and pulled

dice from my blood. i rolled

them until my luck was not bad.

notes:  the title comes from tiffany’s “and desire?”

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