Headlights

I lie above my fallen teeth and crouch under a bed beneath

Cupboards that begin to creak as soon as I start to sleep

I wake and call you on the phone, cables wrapped around my bones

Wires begin coupling to notify the signalmen

Behind bars they sit and wait, sticks balancing empty plates

Someone tunes the radio to a song that we both know

As I sing you start to dance, a hollow victory romance

With nothing we decide to drive, with nothing we can survive

Leaving town and taking notes, ghosts living in empty coats

Keeping warm as prison walls tumble down like waterfalls