Track 2 by Zoë Appelbaum-Schwartz

I wished you were a bad dream

when I saw your animated corpse

dancing wildly under a polluted sky

 

I pulled up between trees

in your mid-size hatchback;

car radio crackling and hissing

NPR sound bites (punk sanity)

like A-bombs detonating in the ceaseless night

 

It was some quixotic fantasy-

your skin twirling around fractured bones;

spirit leaking into an invisible radiation

crawling up between the Day-glo streetlights

 

I suppose I was scared that night

But my intuition was busy

collecting dust mites and fingerprints

in the corners of your bedroom

 

You were a sprawling [murder mystery] of

flesh and consciousness

And I, your practical consumer.