Will you go?

Will you go?

in the violet wickedness the museum, 

dolled up like a cake he 

steals past the Mirror

arms full of brambles and 

her cherry-lipped high heels glint like

thoroughly martyred, climbs the 

Fire Escape to the pavement

narrowly avoiding early decay in

you, from across the way

water pooling under the Moon

immaculate, like everything else

sinking slowly in lavender

wearing only her slip, she slipped

beige and grey framing the view

Hey, you! 

when will the clock stop ticking

bathing now our home in starlight

why are blueberries called blue berries when they’re really purple?

she drives you home slowly

time is money, grandpa said

eating peas with a knife, 

Remember how we fell silent when