The Girl Behind the Glass
I watched fish swim and gold glitter without a dime—
everything I want through walls.
Your shirt shines under streetlight. I want to cover your mouth
with smoky lips, suck the vodka off your tongue. Paint a tally
on your ribs before you toss me like ash. Draw poems on your
arms and hearts in your foam and sprawl words across the
walls. I want your skin to cover me like a casket.
I hope they wash that window and buffer that tattoo on your
hip. I hope it tastes like sugar on your tongue where my
fingerprints linger. And I hope you see the sun through
and the splinters my hammer left trying
to break through the ocean of my
reflection between us.
Kirk Windus is a poet and fiction writer from Bolivar, New York. His work has previously appeared at Typehouse Literary Magazine, Ink in Thirds, and Across the Margin. Kirk holds a journalism degree from St. Bonaventure University.