words by dominic riccitello

i find you
upon a pink moon
a monday hue
but a tuesday morning
songs i’d play
as i reversed your driveway
words on your bed
thoughts rescind
a handsome face with broken wrists
can you blame the devil
if he’d like to play?
coffee beans
but i said no thank you
window slightly open
with the mist from the ocean
i could write about your neck
how you twist your knuckles
for days upon years
for minutes upon ever
i held your thigh before i opened the door
drew your eyes with nostalgia
have you ever heard
of the black dahlia?