Susan Smith Nash
In August, the day burns
the moon refuses to cool
the hot night
more than either expects
A bottle heavy, empty
is companion filled with cigarette ashes,
crumpled cremains
black & white
in a movie
Cary Grant – Ingrid Bergman
Hollywood’s longest recorded kiss—
They now say it wasn’t acting at all
I sleep crumpled in your arms
the dawn is gray
I’m missing you already
the house makes creaking noises
Its customary settling
your chest tidepools
I refuse to cool.