Full Cold Moon

I could be dreaming
or dying
or feeling the sweat of a glass under my fingers.

There's a man in love--
but not with me.
There's a siren somewhere
rising, fading.

Still sticky hot at midnight
but I'm shivering on the freezer floor
with a bullet 
or Bacardi's 
in my brain.

I could be dreaming
or dying
or feeling bloody broken glass under my fingers.

There's a man in love
but not with me.
The freezer light looks like a Full Cold Moon
and I'm there, or I'm not, 
in the weird silver light
and dreaming.
_____

for this.