i was there beside you, warm but it wasn’t enough, something warm pulling apart my skin there, they fell like paint peeling off store-bought canvas they fell we fell and now they stand, broken—bottled—in opposition to something fallen and warm for themselves, only, for what else is there but life? a hat, cracking concrete, drinking the fountain of these fonts, so righteous, standing back to back like crimefighters guns drawn, guns drawn, guns drawn against the sunrise.