…and the heart a broken bell
says she’s tired of being dead and
what the hell am i supposed to do?
can’t have power without money
can’t have god without the devil
late august sunlight after
four days of rain and i kiss her
feet when she asks
i kiss her breasts
lick the tears from her cheeks and
wait for the moment to pass and
what we are is finished
but not quite yet
what the space between us sounds
like is an unspoken apology
no one wants to talk about the
future when it never amounts to
anything more than children
sleeping in a house on fire
john sweet, b. 1968, a believer in sunlight and surrealism. opposed to plutocracies posing as democracies and most social media. most recent collection is The Century of Dreading Monsters (Lummox Press).