Talia Reed
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Trust Me

Trust me.  There could have been a real explosion
with all of this    flammable notion
in the air, and me          unloading
my gun, with its pent-up heat in the chambers.

There could have been more billboards of those
wordless conversations -- enough of them
towering           into the ether.

Our skulls could have kept rattling around
shaking the insubordinate thoughts like
a maraca.

But trust me.  We melted down the energies
of some of our dreams and poured them into
other things.  We kept awake by slapping
our cheeks        and feeling
the warm wind rush on the long haul home.