sometimes i think about
your bones on my bones.
falling from great heights.
appetites.
levels.
front steps.
the stoop.
a hoop.
a hoop.
a loop-de-loop.
rabbit ears.
lock jaws.
the whole shebang—
your dead uncle’s coin collection
sold at the pawn shop
when nobody was looking.
we said we’d never
stoop to that level.
the night we let the neighbor’s bull
out of his pen
and our dads chased him
through the streets
drunk,
half dressed,
like he was something
that desired ownership.
to be penned.
joey.
the bull of my nightmares.
running the street.
bucking.
bronco.
in love.
breathing hard
under streetlights.
we go fast.
boy.
run.
#stoop made me think about your bones on my bones.
or something like that.
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#writingcommunity #prompt #poem #poetry #SkyPoet