So Hot You Won't Find Her in the Same Place Twice

rusty lock on
swinging gate
gray sand old
time photo of squinting
cowboy gun rasied--
BANG--thumbs in
belt hook
spits tobacco on
memory I haven't
even been born
yet and he's gone
and buried himself--
six feet of dirt--in
the ground,

she winks through
glass hued glass
transparently as I
pass--

the slug catches me
in the chest

blood and gore--

I'm clutching my
insides

all out bleeding out

no breath,

she lights a candle
blows out the match

red lipstick kiss

the curtain falls
like the sun sets
like my eyes shut

like the wind
ever goes--