all of this when I wanted to keep white roses in your eyes.
you always wanted me to fall in line
like a soldier does and keep my mouth clean but I was always saloon mouthed
and frequently kicked out
with bourbon on my tongue.
when I would return home all
hollowed out I would lay down on lamps to see
myself spread thin on the walls.
I make a pretty wallpaper
don’t I dear?
I wanted our love to have the
expiration date of the honey
in Alexander’s sarcophagus.
instead I got a free-fall head
to go along with my lack of
this deal I made with the devil was a lie.
you won’t be here to whisk me to heaven.
or even to sleep.
Josh Levario is an undergraduate student studying English and Creative Writing at the University of Texas at San Antonio.