A Love Supreme by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
You beautiful, broke- in the head. You current after parades. You beside the highway. down. You suburban sprawled
back horse of my heart. Proud,
debonair, not quite there
with no river in sight.
Current as confetti
small-town. Italian
ice shop next to brothels
Sweet and sweaty. You high
as a kite coming
on the bed. You dead? Not
nearly. Not yet.
