garden/Poetry/Elegy to Boogie.md

she saves a place for me in a casket for two, in a plot full of littler things, all slaughtered in a glittery genocide. a kiss to dream about, shackled rhythms. vinyl shards to our hearts.

we are shrouded in a divided loneliness, under striated rock and folded metal, survived by luminous smoke, plastic madonnas, and mosaic altars of mirror balls, drugs samples, & the absence of absence.

one day you’ll rediscover our bodies, me and my velvet lady, rhythms still beating while the boiling sun is wet with indecision. buried where bean sí wailed boogie from bog.

you’ll resuscitate us, when heaven and earth are the color purple, when wonderland and love cleave the stones under the mound at comiskey.