#rusty!!

We threw ourselves

into pretzels,

cleaned the desk

after each offer-

minds in the washer,

 a glance to the dryer.

She stole my eyes

And tugged at all the weeds-

the plot watered itself every day.

First I’m the Paladin

 and then the troll,

my agency clenched like a flag.

I became a reluctant director,

all interests at play-

She was the fool,

 then we reversed the clot.

That’s what happens

In the last act of an opera-

His reservoir runs out

and her moon rains.

 She stands over,

punches a hole in his face

and walks through the tattered wallpaper.

I see that face in my reflection

many mornings.