i could not help but wish we 
watched white elephants
with sand pulled between our feet.
“the earth is burning”, yes, just 
how we like it. our hair looks so good
in dry heat.

there is no do-over for tragedy
not even a martini would do
but there is always room for sin
to share, someone to choke
to tease the love out and end
us all, blinded in bliss.