To drink one’s self sober
again, abstract way. Doppelgänger,
neon warrior, I live wide
open & ready, like a sick eye.
The city is still strange, the kiss
our names pledged, wet hand
in back pocket. Lost but not caring,
I kept after you, chasing.
Once I awoke in a cell,
yet wasn’t sure if it was a dream.
My name was called out,
& my mouth so dry
I couldn’t reply. They took my shoes,
my jeans & belt, placed my
wallet in a steel box. Blue swarm
before my eyes, river in a quick
glance from the barred window.
I couldn’t say if I loved you, when you
held me down, writhing. Though
I whispered your name over & over.
Little lights flickered behind my closed eyes.