Georgia On My Mind

There is a hotel that forgot
the names we wrote
between the cavities
of coarse thread counts.

A mirror warps somewhere
when it thinks about the wilting
butterfly of your palms.

I pluck daisies, walk
on the petals like a tightrope,
pretend your arms are the audience
waiting for the fall.

There will never be a shade of red
I can paint your cheeks with
without the day laborer of my mouth.

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J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009) and the author of the upcoming flash fiction chapbook The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You Is A Robot (Safety Third  Enterprises, 2010). He is the Interview Editor of PANK Magazine and lives at iheartfailure.net.