And then she said,
after pretending to be a porn
actress on a third-hand hotel mattress,
“I like your poetry, but hate your poems”
And then she said
like a bride spitting through her veil
“I take love where I find it”
No one viewed my heart’s removal van
driving baggage towards lighthouse-lights of dawn;
come before secret shotgun and murder love
What Tina said
to lovers on her answerphone
“Stretch out and wait.”
Stretched until shoulders snapped
and legs were almost crippled
Yet, I remembered how
kiss-to-kiss : breath-to-breath
it was a glorious unholy death
She left lipstick on chipped coffee cup
palimpsest o’er chaos graffiti
self-portrait she painted with spider webs,
until the rain inside washed her away
