Jimmy Choos

The crumbled day

Dropped scattered over sidewalks and driveways,

Sun-spattered grey and yellow parking lots.

You took it all and left me this,

The corpse of summer splayed

In pools of blinding light,

The season I despise

Although it’s still the winter.

I am not a London character.

I'll start a fire

With a flint or match

Against a sliver of your eye.

You have a way of breathing in my name,

Exhaling me until I settle

Burning on my tangled chest.

I'm heavy on the earth

Although your fingers and your words

No longer softly press me 

To the bed we lie in,

Cigarette already crushed to death

Between your heel so scarlet

And the festered street.

You're weighing deep within my lungs

And strangling my troubled breath.

Just drag my body to a puddle

Of the burnt concrete

And click in rhythm off

Into the red horizon.

- 12/30/25