I know what you’re thinking

99.230597235. Death frequencies do not exist.

43.14. I'm too old for you.

93.4582. Your boobs are too small.

13.5093464. I think too much.

92375.3946. She drinks a lot.

83.93284667. They aren't very nice to each other.

9.014094853. The kid should be spanked once a day (really hard).

21.92735628765. People really are mean.

1.000000043. Priests should wed.

8.89235. The threads bare themselves,

Eventually.

8435.230975. Skin that glistened,

Desiccated.

395.1209775463. Diaphanous blue, now

Grey.

7.239074. We must die at sixty-five.

59.12494. Bars are not for the lonely.

9275.235235235. Panties: 3 for 1, $9.

12.254235747. Sing just once.

11.135409775. Cherry ChapStick.

8.989734. Monistat.

2.23509723587. Margaritaville.

1.109284. Ice to snow, not shaved.

1.8914875143. She was only 19 when the firetruck slammed into her VW. It was responding to a brush fire down the street. I read the papers. Her mother Joan cried once then never again. Moved out from 336 and walked all the way to California, then Mexico.

1.108509723. Love was not lost the day she died. It never was to begin with.

Her mother destroyed her things.

Why?

I wanted them. Her boy-jeans. The ones I peeled off her that night.

1.01835973498673589. Or was that a creamy wish, too?

7.230597235. All boobs are perfect.

3.092385. My thoughts spring until morning, then it's your turn at the wheel.

2.09283654. Drink up, my dear, bar's closing.

85.9872350. Really now, they're just brother and sister.

3.45987371. Child abuse starts in utero.

3.23097235876. People don't suck, their parents do.

2.3897528947. The Jesuits rape their nuns. It is doctrine since 15-something.

21.2123124. Diffuse . . . dissipate . . . disappear. Glowing still.

If you wait long enough.

84.12234552. Cinnamon skin at zero hour.

6.230958. Eyes never sleep. They see notes of purple in the dark.

9.0928730957. I know what you're thinking:

2093757534.2355. This makes 854 grams of nonsense.

235424. 2356543. Ah, but it does, my dear. Liz told me so in a dream today.

3.5346346. She died at 19 in 1981. Or was it '82?

3.21525345. Our second to last phone call: going to Luxembourg, we!

3.4232376784265. Last call: fuck off on down the highway.

3.24859674124. Okay, see ya!

3.21525345. Wake up:

And the tick-tock starts over again.

3.2152534538574745. Yes, my sweet, I know what you're thinking:

Drop by drop in small measures,

Elevated before its time,

Love my way or that highway where she died, the space where her ghost wanders from the brush in the wee hours of summer morn.

3.21525345761654876238746. Autumn news: being in love with you, dear girl.

First winter chill, blue goes to grey.

Right frequency, you can hear her siren-call,

That mournful cry of the little red firetruck.

Took her moistness from the earth.

3.21525345871546723. I know what you're thinking,

because we are one, no longer anyone.

99.2305972352. Ah, but they do!