"where are you from by the way?"
//david mcnayr

pillar in the crowd
coming down the escalator
we step on the shuttle
gawking silently
it's finally you

our wet bare skin
drawing stares, holding hands
as we jump off the bridge
the boats' oil, a film on the
surface, don't swallow

september 9
like driving under water
such an urge to open you
like an umbrella
please keep me dry

september 16
methamphetamines
no more fucking lies
do you ever get lost
looking at pictures of yourself?

incoherent dynamite
talking to a wall
turn around and
yr fiery eyes consuming
my world of illusion

salvation salvation
photographing you
through the bathroom mirror
y'r amazed at how
steady my hand is