She sits by the window
Her silhouette basking in the street lamp’s glow.
Shimmering from the parking lot,
Silent except for a semi-truck,
I walk towards her.
Color fills the spaces of shadow
That resonates like sunshine through stained glass.
There’s no church of God here,
Where God is needed most.
Before I discovered color
Avoiding eye contact
With dilated pupils
Holding the door open
For a stoned, one-legged man.
As he wheeled past, I smiled.
Without dissonance he responded:
It wasn’t hard to discover
The police were a phone call away.
They had to prove their worth.
What better playground for a predator
Than a hotel full of sedated swine.
I just wanted to scream!
“Yeah, beware the supplier…
…but the butcher is worse.”
But instead I witnessed infected track-marks.
By God isn’t it true,
There’s no such thing as a clean vein.
I am sober now.
But she is.
And she clicks her tongue ring
Along strong enamel.
To explain color.
I think I will sit here with her.
So we can pretend the darkness happened
Because we closed our eyes.