poem 1

Bardejov

Sometimes the flower is a broken movie left running the theater is left empty the tide talking up between the seats the night beaming between the projector streams as the day looms outside the two sit in the back necking through their eyes there for days its been so hard but it will be alright in every sense of the word except whatever enters the mind and in a moments the screen comes alive the seats fill the tide recedes the sun dies as the electricity comes alive and now she kisses him and as he puts his arm around her he realizes

what it means to be alright, to be buried alive.