ghazaloholic by r.z.

big fat drops of rain, thick snow sinking into the grass, lashing wind,
the sun erupts and then is smothered grey

take the elevator down, walk across the parking lot, look through the fence
and still not see the names on the stones, that much i can do from here

trees look like black coral, the planes- fish, the sea- grey
i can breath everywhere except in mirrors

we should float our pink lawn flamingos to Cuba as a gesture of turning over
our secrets. release them here and see if they go on their own

she had a black umbrella, told me she found it on the El. told her about mine,
from my father. and she said it sounded like a woman’s, cuz' a the colors.