Anne Marie Rooney

This is not what how it happened. Tom cats. Quicksilver. Spigot. You were sitting. I was standing. The wall was more orange. Because we had ended. Flash bulbs & turning into a lone moon. It was easy, not believing you. When I drank brick wine in the stairwell. Whatever. Each night a different powder. The kitchen filled with fibers & ants. When I touched you I touched fools. Gold. I came first, like a demon. You were the demon.