Another Night

Before the sky empties of truth, she tells him. He peels apart dollar bills like clammy thighs as the faucet drips out a heartbeat Or maybe it was tears. She wishes she could turn up his love like the air conditioning. As the constellations of his breaths emerge and her anger throbbing like the underside of tongues, like the shifting of traffic lights she screams to just throw her fucking love in the trash and he tells her it can go in the recyclables.