What we're drawn to is proof enough: these pills, other acts of disappearance. I've written a song about a girl who swallowed the blue planets: Kevlar, Caroline, O Beautiful Bomb. So perfectly haplessly cruel the world we've made. Let's meet back here in 5 minutes, you say, you always say. I'll bring the Lite-Brite. I'll bring the hole in my heart, a white star burning. More and more, the rock show. Venus rising is a glass wrecking ball, inside red harbors, red sails.
Copyright © 2011 by Joni Wallace. Reprinted from Blinking Ephemeral Valentine with the permission of Four Way Books.