Brunch
From 3 Poems, Published by Rejection Letters
We drove headfirst into guardrails, crashed into west side highway traffic and made it through the concrete and steel on the bridge… soaring through barriers, brakeless into waiting water below. We were kidnapped the night we left for the boroughs on the backs of off duty motorcycles, and went missing every time our phones died. We never spoke again after you made it to your apartment and I rang the buzzer over and over and over to the sound of poison and certain death. And I was never heard from after I stayed with him that night instead of making my way home, pulling vodka out of his freezer to take the edge off and reanimate my corpse. We died so many times that summer. So many eulogies chased with morning wine, ashes swept under the rugs of strangers.
