I've been riding these
Kodak sunsets for months,
following pink afternoons
in the shadows carved
under my cheekbones
to the six o'clock blue
of your untucked shirt.

This is how I think of you-

overworked and pressing
the heels of your hands
into your eyes
as Rochester dims
at your front door,
and I come with candy skies
bright at my back.

12/27/2003

Author's Note: Rochester, NY - home of Eastman Kodak. The chemicals from the factories color the skies year round, it's sad- but pretty. Also, I tried to veer away from the body and physicality, but I failed, as you can see.

Posted on 12/28/2003
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