out shopping in a part of cincinnati
that doesn’t know it’s not san francisco
i saw one of those old fashioned pens today
the kind that have a moving picture
inside the clear tip
a woman’s bikini top rolling away
revealing her tits
when turned upside down
a navy man’s uniform pants
a far off sailing ship
a sunrise over the bay
this one was different
unlike any i’d ever seen
it danced upon my receipt
tallying my total
in the hand of the shop keep
it was two women driving in the desert
in a floating red convertible
past a billboard sign that read
you be thelma
i’ll be louise
i missed you to the bone
where my palm is cut
we share the same blood
you and me
6 replies on “where my palm is cut”
love the details here!
Thank you so much for reading…and for saying so!
Sublime. Like a trip. I don’t know what else to say here.
That was perfect, Trent. You needn’t say more.
this gave me chills – love!
Thanks, Stacy, I meant it hard.