Turning the Gaze

a pair
we were
a whore
and a drunk

I was barely old enough
for the bars
and you could've been
my teen mom

but we had the world
by the shorthairs

from our perch
we shit
on all their heads
and laughed

our eyes saw clearly
their chips
and cracks

where
and how
they'd stumbled

then, one day
we each turned our gaze
upon the other

and the sun
blazed