Movies make me movie me

It’s old news, now.
The great orange nose
of the sky. Knelt beneath it

all day like a guillotine. Call
me when you get
home. I remember when

we stood over the highway
and the guard rail
was a dagger sticking out

of the cliff. Do you still
have that blue
in your head? Yeah, me

too. I’m waiting for
the bus. A teaspoon of
gasoline weird with a rainbow.

Tyler Raso is a queer and disabled poet, essayist, and multimedia artist. Their work is featured or forthcoming in DIAGRAM, Black Warrior Review, Salt Hill Journal, The Journal, and elsewhere. They currently teach, write, and study in Bloomington, IN. You can find them on Twitter @spaghettiutopia