Ask Me In A Bottle
Seasick in moonlight as the linoleum shifted I yelled . Ask me in a bottle. . Ask me,askme, ask meina bottle but don’t you dare not with palms-stretched, fingernails down. . Nothing more disappointing than our smile, exquisite let-down so I told you we told them . Ask me in a bottle.
Cold, the second week of January, too soon in the year. . Red ovals, sterile light on the concrete steps and wooden siding and red ovals. . And no, no no no . no . Shaking in the cold immovable.