state of the union
purple is not in final piece
the head of the statue of liberty in chaos
drawn by Alex Mercado (BEAST TREMONT)
the faceless king watches the world enter the void he
has his sword to deal with all.
the event rages on. the lights dimming,
the bodies pulsating and sucking the cold
out of the room. She approaches me, nose
nearly scraping mine.
“Oh god he’s so annoying.
I wish he didn’t come here.
I didn’t invite him.
I wish I can make out with anyone.
I want to just make out with anyone right now.
I don’t care who. I just want to do it.”
Her hot breath tumbles across my lower lip,
the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
This is what I’ve been waiting for, for a while.
She darts her head left and right, never leaving my personal zone.
I tilt my head down, eyes fixed on hers,
everyone else vanishing into a black void.
“How about me?” I poise the question with a naughty assurance.
Playfully. deadly serious.
It registers on her face my intentions and she pulls back. “Not now.”
somewhere a record needle scratches an imaginary 45.
I feel the gravity of the situation crushing down on my head. stunned.
“Not never.” I defeatedly reply.
her answer is mumbled, but answer enough.
hours later she makes out furiously with the annoying guy
as I pick up trash from the gallery’s floor.