our love, purchased half-off rack
at the second hand store,
always a gamble
then you played another
me to sleep:
there were churches
milkglass windows enough
to make clear faith from stale pastries
to clutch the rearview by the arm and tug
we drove a timemachine
into earthshatter
travel, they say, can show
and did, a bit of a dead squirrel still trembles
behind the gas station alleyway hey-
man-you-got-a-dollar of your touch
come, ninety-four's another pirate walk
we can bribe them for leftovers, maybe a third try.
