LOVE

needles in her arms invade his boyish charm.
when she fell asleep last night she couldn't set the alarm.
and all along he waited.
but it was all she wanted.
he holds her while she shakes at night
in the club, on the stairs, in his bed.
blank stares, blank apologies, blank checks.
it's all bull fill in the blank.
short hair, big earrings.
pink lip balm.
hollywood.
the lines are drawn and crossed like train tracks
all over her face.
amazing Grace--is what they call her.
what they call free fallin . . .
addicted.