I saw the rake,
and the eaves,
dripping
water,
pink,
onto copper,
today,
the same color
of that bra she wore,
underneath
the tank top,
my glass tipped,
teeth out,
promptly returned
cancerous,
smiled and forgot
my name
too,
the bearings
my heart,
outer race
divided,
balls flying,
everywhere,
and the burning
smell
