No one noticed his eyes

Or the curves their complexions made, a glimmer of change

$8.98 on the register, 105 on the dash

A swing and a miss, he revved

Hair grasping the corners of his mouth like straws

The night behind him spilled

On a pavement of glimmering glass, not his psychiatrist

He spat a pit into the arid desert air

Fucker, have some water

Scoff—

Those were some tired ears, years of static then wham!! the music hit

His lips as dark as cherries

His bones as bruised as berries

Sand collected in the mold of his yellowed lungs

Please just let me have this one choice,

And at last, parked in a loading zone

He walked through those sliding doors, a bell going off somewhere

Those headlights blinked for seven hours

Then ceased forevermore

Like eyes, yes, I’m sure of it.