Erica America

Erica America

Fremont street lies empty

a cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera’s lens

I whispered our names—“Erica and Jens”

Erica America

they demolished a frontier casino

and the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume

Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume

Erica America

Erica America

summer never ends here

I said to myself, as if that would make things better

summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises

and promises of no more empty promises

Erica America

I wish I’d never met you

like I wish I’d never tasted wine

or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine

now every drop tastes more bitter all the time

Erica America

Erica America

I wish I’d never met you

like I wish I’d never tasted wine

or tasted it from lips that weren’t mine