red eyes, haze and african musk
incense that smells of fire
and we wish it was a little bit warmer.
electronic images and foreign language films
play all night long, we learn to ignore
the dislocated bones.
dreams of abu dhabi nights and jessica lange
from a more local horror story, tall buildings
covered with bullet holes and traffic that disappears
into the horizon.
pretend to be asleep, forget your shoes and walk home barefoot.