cruelty, beauty, truth

I remember the dusk,
gold dust converging,angel girls
with mica smiles, slivers of shine,
with fiberglass tongues,
biting
into my sparrow soul,
leaving small pieces
that itch and sting. 

I remember a pin up woman,
wasteland lover,
smoking cigarettes
in the dark,
bringing me with touch to spill
over sand dunes
and rickety beach homes,
into your landlocked body.
become me
and I will become you. 

alcoholic—
i believe your slurs,
your empty hallowed words. 
your hands shake
like my father’s,
your lips tremble
like mine.