Body Frame Ceiling

The street never matched her voice or body,
Lightning hitting steel.

Ceiling fans fold over body frames
red skin on the floor.

A head
with two noses
closing themselves in.
Praying to God on a cellphone,
a ceiling light turned low.

It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or marriage fails and people say
they knew it was the wrong idea,
staring directly into the eyes of an African cat.

But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly
on the other side of things while
the sun was moving from the sand to the sea.

Luke Skoza is a 30-year-old model, poet, and ESL teacher. He currently works as an ESL teacher in Moscow. His poems have appeared in the Silenced Press, Unlikelystories.org, Retort Magazine, Anti Heroin Chic, The Houston Review, and the Chiron Review.