ACloudIsAGoodbye

Brandon Lupetti 

I lay in the grass,

that chlorophyllic mordantness poisons me a hot thought

that itches my brain hairs like a lick.     >    There is

a cloud

in the sky shaped like

a carousel,

   it reminds me of her the way those horses go nowhere.

I chase after it in a weeping sprint until I am an impaled horse except I am a chimp in the way that I am ridiculous.

I am running faster than I ever have because th

is

cloud cannot see behind it,

 is something like a forget in its threatening fleet.

I sprint electric, unsure if these tears are wind or purple induced.

For the first time, I am molten.  I can hear the

epithets through the wind, what I will be once I catch up;

the perfect a pology, the shattering

         goodbye,

    the silent timpany.

I notice that my now feet are sopping bone like ice in the way it feels like heat for just a moment.

I lay in the grass, tendrils of my heat against the skyblack claw towards a cloud that cannot ex

ist after rain.

I see myself steaming and imagine my soul

Freeing itself from me.