Looking for the green artist's model...
Right now, protected by a glass jarAgainst the cold, the darkness, the time beforeThere are six durable drinks on the crowded shelfBrown and strong beside the breadMy memory a silent gurgle of soot boiling in yellow waxA struggling light coming through my fingers
I think of how dark it was in the car And all aroundI think about chasing you to the lightless soda machine Below our roomHow you didn’t want to be handledFor six minutes there in the dark