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.