cigarette girl

a long rain
drop more
of a tear
fell from
an awning or a nail
shit the top
of a roof
and hit my neck
inside my
coat
I don’t know
how it got
in so perfectly
& struck
my flesh
my warm
white neck
on a rainy
night in
winter
I almost
said this to you
 
she wanting
to move on
if I spoke
another language
I’d break into
it now
there’s nothing
lonelier
than a lonely
American
my limits
contract &
expand
 
I grab the white
handle of
my speech
like it’s an
umbrella
and I shake
it free
of words
empty American
balloon
holy smoke
 
looking out
at the
street
it’s nothing
to know
you, puff