downtown hot spot
halfway up the street
i used to be free
i used to be seventeen
follow my shadow
around your corner
i used to be seventeen
now you’re just like me
down beneath the ashes and the stone
sure of what i’ve lived and have known
i see you so uncomfortably alone
i wish i could show you
how much you’ve grown
downtown hot spot
used to be on this street
i used to be seventeen
i used to be seventeen
now you’re a hot shot
hanging on my block
sun coming up
who is my shadow?
Lana Del Rey for Gucci Guilty Perfume
We’ve been told space
is like two dark lips colliding
like science fiction
it outlines a small cosmos
where fear hides in a glow
where negative space
becomes a place for wishing
a constellation of hazy tunes
of faint sharp vowels
a glossary of meteors
a telescope to god
a cold bright white
maybe distance damages us
maybe Jupiter
will suddenly surprise us
with a notion of holiness
but instead an old planet
takes over all the space
and we are reminded
of the traces of fire
in our gaze
defining our infidelities