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