judih's

Eighth notes from her hair

A stroke past ritalin
down is such a down
he had all the music to himself
pulling eighth notes from her hair

when the lights stopped strobe
in shapes of Sinai
she saw the holy ripcord
parachute plain

A long way to Madagascar,
from cell phones of accomplices
she searched for a landing strip
to tease her way home

All the music to himself
he watched in bungee breaths
waiting for her fall.


judih

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