Empty Fortune Cookie Testo

Your words cut through the air
and disrupt the silence
of brown tangled hair
and paper plane pilots,
so I wrote you a note
on the back of your eyelids
of stereotypes that would lead you to violence and sin.

Now you're tangled up in my memory matrix
(of chain smoke, tattoos, a parking lot silence, a glossy eyed touch, hints of the tragic,
and poems read aloud that you made so emphatic again).

And you know that I won't just let it go.