Writing As of Recently

Revisions

we made love to the falling bombs.

i swear the television has never been so beautiful

as when splashed against your features.

and among the destruction your body fits mine

and i say please don't let this moment falter

and you say what's left of this world

is ours for the keeping.

I Blame Eric Schlosser

the wind is blowing hard,
carrying the smell of McDonalds.
I smile
and take a bite out of the air;
hypothetical fries don't taste as good
as I had hoped.