Carve Lungs Out Of Cedar Poem by Ryan Frazier

Five foot nothing make-up mosaic did somehow
ingest the frailty of facial ticks spilling in line
down each of the 8 stairs, where an argument broke out
amongst love's rubble heap as detox pushed itself
back into the elevator & bid all of us a horrible night.

To believe in something more gorgeous than her
would make him a thought architect worthy of firing squad.

& she would possibly wait for a five foot something
as he forced the last of the unholy mess into place
onto the mosaic that would solve her distance.