77 Words About Nothing (Tangled)

by Anthony Van Hart

We laughed along the way -

brushing our sleeves against one another's.

I asked silly questions —

but was only curious -

Did you like flowers?

Did you love me?


It was a crash course

that only tangled us in the weeds.

You carved my initials into your inner thigh

with a jagged stem -

not being careful or cautious of your artery,

you shielded me from your actions and

the tears that clung to the corners of your mouth.