SeaTac

When I was in Vegas you called me a ghost

I loved you completely and feared you the most

I hated talking on the phone

And then we talked until you got home

Like the pacific air rolling in from the coast

Sometimes you bite until you break the skin with blood dripping

We flowed in abstract ways but with identical sins

The sweet, the bitter ran in sync

We doused our fires with gasoline

I wish that you belonged with me