Baltering-Nelipot
we eat dinner there
gristly meat patties and metallic cola
we hardly taste it through our thoughts
he clutches a bouquet of wildfires in one fist
and my hand in the other
his eyebrows are drawn together anxiously
and then we see it
twinkling lights marking our own reflections in glossy black glass
it's the plane touching down
she made it home
one day i got tired of playing pretend
so i let my guts spill
they ripped through my solar plexus
and tumbled onto the pavement
and everybody stopped and stared
because they had never seen anything stranger