Adventures in the Skin Trade
Baggage kneels heavy on our hearts
late night Hotel porter lays two suitcases
underneath a broken neon sign.
It crackles ‘For Lost Lovers Only’
Crush my burning lips as ashes
coil bed sheets into sailing knots,
let’s shelter in our skin storm
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Silently,
only words pass this way
sway of dust dancing
in air spaces birthed by broken window
In the way the sleeping bed is quiet
before skin and bones straddle pillows
I await an arrival,
silently
Bedside Manners
We spoke of the etiquette of
eye contact during oral sex,
so I promised to stare at the wall
Is that your Mother in a polka dot bikini
and why is your ex hanging over your bed?
Turning away, I counted the ceiling cracks
and felt the earthquake release of rooves
Breakfast With Tiffany
The croissants wore washed denim
roller skating waitress lost her balance,
coffee breaths formed ever decreasing
circles of muted conversation
I thought we were alone
lost in an 80’s soundtrack,
until the Mall karaoke opened
and she stood on a table…and sang
opening ‘regrets’ of My Way. Her way
*Folk of a certain age may recall Tiffany and her one-hit wonder
Oh, I remember Tiffany lol. I like the collection here.
Thank you Fia. I believe Tiffany is still performing!