superimposed

last year this time you were
taking pictures of it
hopping across,
a pavement bounce

i'm looking at your history
when you told the others that night,
swimming in the remains of a bad day,
how the stars had been hung, still kicking

and they went to watch it,
the execution as relaxation

you were sick then
and sank into your lungs,
expelled, and drugged
heavily in sugar,
red and liquid

left the house
but didn't bring yourself

you had not prepared for it:
even as he left first it was
the way the leaf fell
and you were the tree

how in the periphery you had managed
to ease yourself out of the looming over, that deadly weight

this time you sense the boot above your head
and what they say will be will be

a crush, a crunch
a certain implosion
and how you will smell
when you are destroyed

to all the kisses you'd imagined
add

broken wings
some nasty blood
your ugly body
and your ugly face

and that entire jar of honey
to preserve you

what have you forgotten
that is so important?

the stars are still hanging alive,
let's go see them tonight.