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SLEAZE

she wakes up slumped hard, exhausted

against a mauve seashell wall.

 

the hotel plaster held together with hot

glued bits of oceanic fragments.

 

A white murky film

floods the cracks

appearing frozen | hardened like neglected

Crisco coagulated in the edge

of a frying pan

 

her knees crunch

as if that morning,

 he

reassembled

her bones

 

his fingers dangling

like lobster claws-- prodding

beauty between her teeth

 

she felt submissive

when she yawned | her tonsils whispering sleaze

 

ugly is only generated

from other people’s mouths.

ART DECO

she got on all fours

to find a pin in the rug

 

until she felt a hot saucer

nestle in the slope of her back.


she’s been a coffee table ever since.

CRAIGSLIST> HEY R, (WHITE COUCH) (W4M)

I’m typing this in a heap

of busted halogen bulbs--

glass teeth in carpet wool

 

remnants of us &

sixteen hours ago

 

the smell of dishwater and Prego

wafting from the room where we attempted contact

like a broken faucet

dripping over the scalloped hands

of lasagna wading in soap suds

 

I miss how you dribbled

fruit-- like the ends of your mouth

were locked open-- a flood gate

for warm kool-aid crawling sideways

down your chin & swimming

to my upholstery.

 

//those little pomegranate beads

embedding in my white couch//

 

who knew (your) fluids would leave

such an irreversible stain

 

 you owe me

13.95 for bleach

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