to tink
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I smoke, and contemplate.
I'm supposed to protect her
from roaring thunder
and the neighbor's dogs barking.
I'm supposed to be her knight
shining in a suit of armor
decorated in silver and gold.
hand gripped around my lance
sitting high,
my shield screaming.
She sleeps,
and the radio plays-
tucked tightly in my arms
I lower my burning cigarette
rotating my wrist,
stabbing at the lurking ashtray.
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