Two names:

Bonesaw

Dragon Well

art is easy
poverty is hard
contentment impossible.

Maybe the music would have stopped (for us),
long enough to climb over the "do not enter (museum staff only)" sign,
through the marble arch
and out into the darkness behind it
(they were never seen again)
into a happy ever after.

But it didn't,
and I woke up to crumpled sheets and cold coffee
(you were never seen again).

i am blood in the night
that is thicker than juice
and is over
and under
the down stuffed jackets of our youth