looking heavenward with gravity
moonlight tastes our wind-chapped faces, upturned,
triggering the shivers that had been fused to our spines
since God first bled rain onto steaming, skull-splintered asphalt.
abraded palms braced against an uneven sidewalk,
we, enlightened by the perfect circles of streetlamps,
unburden ourselves into empty amber bottles and
leak longing and secrets through jagged mouths until
the boundaries between cement and skin, reality and oblivion,
blur together irreparably, and glass lives
are ground to glowing dust under rubber tires.
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