You thrust through me—with with your thumbs pressed into my hips
My blood smears between my thighs,
onto the white towel,
I flip the picture frames on your headboard facedown.
When we’re done
I run my fingertips along the rack of her clothing in your room
and think what nice style she has.
You ask me if I want to clean off in the shower;
I think to myself
I don’t think that’s going to be enough.
I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
It’s time to get out of here.
October has been so uncharacteristically warm
on this blueblack night
tangled in reeds
and blankets on the beach,
salt spray and moon milk pouring over us;
fall from our mouths
as easily as the wine flows in;
punctuated by tannic kisses.
He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’
and everything I don’t.
I go through phases—
like the moon;
I think our love
I don’t want to get to know you,
I just want to stroke your shadow;
let your darkness slip through my fingertips like black silk,
until I have you— wrapped around
my little finger.