devil takes knight...

i had just smashed your face into the snow...clearly you were hair-on-end furious but playing it off well enough...hmm's...riiiight's...you did your best to sweep those jarring but sensitive hairs back across your forehead...back to its well coiffed 5.30 positioning...black, sharp triangles....your knuckles were red...your shoe gaze stare was made of high mountain mid-winter lakes...we spoke of your father in a bar with a singing salmon placard...we did a shot of something neon yellow that tasted oddly similar to the pink goo they gave me when i had a stomach infection from the tainted unpasteurized milk fiasco of '94....what a fucked up year that '94 was...a few good albums put out...real bad style...mostly the earrings...a lot of hard, close to home tragedies....i flinched on the inside...my mom and i found a dog in the Waremart parking lot...my socks were red and rolled down just shy of the ankle...while you baby...you were chained to the bathroom sink making friends with arachnids.....