Nighthumming

Her nametag was hard to read, could've been Arlene or Clementine At least that's what she might have looked like to someone, perhaps the neighbors wife and mine Each card was declined, "I might have it tomorrow", glanced at the crests of my thighs She gave me the key, as if only to borrow, touched my neck where I recalled her bite The swingers returned with tonic and poppers, fishscale. Ripped plastic off the car doors. As the nightingale was nighthumming, Paul swerved and slurred as he preached Vision was shifty but I think it had been Garret I was caressing as he screeched Somewhere in Arizona, I thought you were sleeping next to me Somewhere in Arizona, I thought you were sleeping next to me Somewhere in Arizona, I thought you were sleeping next to me Somewhere in Arizona, is where I thought you'd find me