Terrible Elements

Smoking chimneys of our desire. Rocks pulled from the roadside and made into a fort to protect our mailbox from anonymous packages and other types of long lost letter bombs. The way you pulled me out of the minefield when the tanks came to roll over our neighborhood. The smile that said, I knew you were right but you were acting like an asshole so fuck you.

The terrible elements of our looming hatred putrefaction cavity cloverleaf. The chocolate octopus space you took me. The well-wishers and thensome of our home-coming. The way we were looking at each other when they decided to turn the lights out on us. You took me and talked to me and I’ll never forget that.