I drink fewer martinis and watch more
moviesyou would like it here
Cardboard skylinedeeply in my chest
I feel the bass you-know-whereexactly
Self-portrait of early June
Consider me a luminous rooftop
Soundtrack Black bossanova
Palm tree tears
Velvet robes & blue
eye shadow you’re only a shrug
I’m older now than the hot girls
Think about that, babe
Still considering my eyebrowsbut no heart
to touch themFussing with plum
lip color & loose panty hose I’m probably
going to impress you
Old-fashioned with thigh-high split I am hoping to be your eternal world
Bending to extract a piemy mind sticks to you
like a bad feministor someone
derangedhands backside-first to apron
downer cigarette
You’ll marry me but I’ll be goddamned
Without you my mouth becomes my face
My thighs lock into absence
Departure & terminal I’m probably going to impress you
Los Angeles genesis
Black & white 20th century hard-on
If we touch we enter to the worldPlease let me
And the colored girls go: