From Caffeine Destiny

INSTABILITIES

Azaleas bloomed, inky against the fence,
and all the porch lights loosened. Women
named Alice or Ingrid smoked in clamorous
rooms with long windows, their spines opening
to back roads and folksongs. We had thought
ourselves in love with thirst, whether or not
the sky opened and showed us its teeth. We
dreamt of beheadings, antebellum skirts,
power lines crossing & recrossing; the atmosphere
frenzied as the letters of our names. All along,
we thought we were in love with the weather.

© Kristy Bowen 2006