the prettiest
the hallways,
in geometric formations,
like parts of a body
interlock
i find you
somewhere near
the assumed aorta
your eyes are hollowed out
circled
by rings and rings
of black
like the sky warning
there’s a storm coming
so take shelter elsewhere
you whisper
a returned pleasantry
and i am enamored
(if only for a moment)
by the twists and turns
of your cascadings
bottle-blonde hair.