Amy King
The Inescapable Love That Never Was

Bulldozer beforehand the horses
graze soundly out back the cranes
implant the earth one night only
fishing new directions

Diner table imparts
the room
around it
peony walled paper

Waitress hip wide stretched veins
tied behind her back offers

The radio, egg whites, pepsi
bottle of vodka

She sleeps without coffee
servicing the last smile
for miles the sign shines silver outside,
a symbol out of order

Camera on her face rests
against the surface dries brown cup
ring a cakewalk into
town these days the stains reflect

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