i once knew a man

Christina Galioto

i once knew a man who had his heart stolen

by a rider

with high heels on.

he told me about her once and

the words came fleeing out of his mouth

and hijacked his soul and abandoned his body

leaving vacancy behind. his mouth

was chewing nails and spitting tacks when he talked

and he closed his eyes

and tasted bad blood as she walked

and he could hear her heels click, then blink, she was gone.

there was no comforting him at this point;

he had his heart stolen one time and

needed her like he needed a hole in his head.