Binoculars

blackbird

weren't
we
siamese

weren't
we
as stupidly poetic
as
a prostitutes bruise
and
my

eyes as blue

when you beat me
up with kisses

do you
remember?


that summer
when all the bees mysteriously disappeared

and the evening news
blamed cell phones

you took me in your arms

you
made me ice cream sundaes

that looked like pornos.

my heart was a kleptomaniac
in a stripmall
with
eyes
like giant shopping bags.

my body was a
thin
alabaster
cigarette you put between your lips
each night

i did

slither

like an ice cube
on a fireplace

but
now

i feel as strange
as a payphone
on park avenue

calling you
honeycomb

oh no
charlie chaplin
me

i have to be as brave as a cape 

iceberg ahead

the news said

our love written in
invisible ink

quick
find my

decoder ring you
used
to
take
the
words

right
from
my
mouth.

now,

we just finish
each others silences