I WAS MELTING by GRAHAM IRVIN

 
swallowing mini beads from my fingerprint barefoot 
 
 
   in sand and piss 
 
the true beach 
 life 
 
      her chest collapsed
bus drivers 
   held her feet to heaven 
 
downtown the 
   Presbyterian lord caught 
fire 
 
in architecture
 
angels’ wings 
lifted by the smoke 
 
 
     and I love to be
fucked by one of two ambulance 
drivers 
 
 
get a handjob in the 
BP parking lot where 
we agreed to meet.
 
 
Today 
NPR woke up 

to news the last panda was dead
      we’ve all been in love and overweight and blurred the unemployment line

Graham Irvin is a writer from North Carolina. His work can be found at Tenderness, Yea; New Bile; and The Tusk. He is also on twitter @MadeOfAntz.

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