Winning the Lottery
Ushered into the
courtyard of the gothic church
Angels lit their
wings in leafy corners
Night on Hinman
Avenue shot through with dappled loops
While cicadas beg for
their lover’s touch
In car-turn screeches
You ask me to come
with you
My soul breaks open
Glossy and
unprotected
I stitch my whole
life to
Your young chest
Seventeen and off to Cotillion
All grown up
You can see a montage video I made for Kevin here
