sugar hill

we lost our teeth to the sound.
pulled off the highway & it was later
than either of us had bargained. 
you can try to give everything to someone
& they can still decide not to receive it. 
i harvest right hands & piled them
outside your door. i have a habit
of chasing empty rooms. i remember when
we came to tour the apartment. 
a little hole in the wall but it had a back door.
i'd never had a back door before. then,
that window in the bedroom framed
by house spiders. on the way to your house
i always passed sugar hill. imagined it 
just as its name promised. a mountain
of sweetness where one day our cars
would break down together & we would
have nothing to do but feast. i keep a spoon
in my glove box just incase. you can think
you know someone & then they can
throw a rock through your window. 
bite your flesh until it draws the curtains.
your father was a giant. was always peering
just above the tree line of the mountain.
each of his eyes were as big as planets.
if we were get there to sugar hill we should
make sugar angels. maybe you can tell me
what i already know. i loved the idea 
of not being alone. i do not think i loved you
just like i do not think you loved me.
let's pretend things were different. that something
was nectar between us. rolled the sun in 
the sugar. take turns chewing at the core.
i know what will happen is this:
i will pull over. pump gas. buy a brownie
from the gas station there. search for the hill.
find no vast sugar. just the tree & the wind.