Veins, Grids
Plastic city room for two / stay for the fireworks / up
up to you / take the downtown express I go
to lie, shoelaces untied by the fresh flowers / eucalyptus young
from the plaza tucked a letter, cursive exaggerate / someone else’s
name / I toss and think a non-thought / eucalyptus
aromatherapy, antiseptics or air freshener
for this room on Avenue
of the Americas / I am still /
Meet me at mine / Your chardonnay white
face, I smell / manicured royal blue,
soirée self-preservation I know / people like you fully
furnished / devastating I am a placeholder, psychotropic
medication / something other than / loving too,
you must know I should keep the vase / and I will
shave my head and bring it to the matinee.
The croissants were shaped
like the Venus Willendorf / they tasted like you
inside / Spiteful palate, sweet
Seroquel and chocolate rich
make my fingernails hurt / I dig
into the cheesecake off-white
from the corner bodega / go home
to my Hopper, pointed chins to pointed drinks.