venice

the plane tilts up and leaves a sparkle on the ground. glittering below is the city, who treated you so kind when you needed it most. i asked her to. i traded something i will never get back. i ride all night into the desert where my family once lived, deep in the joshua where we took things that made us bend. i stared at the sun until it stared back at me and shattered into a million pieces. we played dice under the pagodas with the junkies and the cannibals. we watched the moon rise and fall from rooftops along the boardwalk where our bodies taught us how to touch. the plane tilts up and leaves a sparkle on the ground. glittering below are my eyes, that see you well from so far away.

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