Jenna

They found you under moonlit skies In trees that shook and rippled, they found you like A GPS finds coordinates slightly Astray. They found you over earthen floors, drops behind your ears from leaking faucets and eyes, and they tried to cover up the smell with Windex and take-out and sorry for the mess, we're rennovating, because dangling shingles meant neighbors closed their shades and dangling smiles and hair and breasts meant you closed your eyes like A game of hide-and-seek with seeker irrelevant and hider Not yet found. Always another day, they Said, and you couldn't deny That their eyes and voices were Heavy with conviction like Humidity in the air And they believed like children in Santa Clause Blinded by presents Beneath the tree. Thy found you before posters, before penny price tags of women with Horizons for hips They found you staring as if It would make the paper crumble and fall and she would step through and you would glimpse the secrets her waxed and sculpted body held But you were never strong Enough And trapped within the peasant the Majesty stirred Dollar for three screamed fiery helvetica but they Wouldn't let you near. The first time he handled you like A delicate family heirloom, kept You bundled in a drawer between the cassette and the cobwebs and the bibles with annotations now illegible, folded corners arbitrary as roulette Took you out for polishing and stroked You like intricate handiwork Fingers interlaced upon contact Lips were stiff like long Neglected limbs, and your tongue tasted New flavors with every Friday night, dusty bottle, sparkling blue streaks of eyeshadow, mascara-laced lashes that pierced memories and resolutions to their liquid cores, flickering street lamp, dangling neon sign, finger extended, stool twisting, dress shredding to shards of dignity scattered in a bread crumb path from three-county highway and one-horse town fireworks and crumpled smiles to careening taxis and bustling seas of kings and beggars and smiles and giggles and kisses as real as your nails and your chest and your Hey big spender. They found you on a bare mattress with Darkness pressing, they said Morning is coming soon. And you knew that the only Morning was 3AM behind tiny Doors, moving as He danced within you Hoping he wouldn't taste the tears