PORTRAIT



The black dress lying on the wooden floor.
Sweaty hands, earlobes frosted over.
You are incapable of mastering her unruly *******.
I see men’s eyeballs
adjacent to the outer world.
I look at the lips smeared with spittle,
the steaming nostrils, the bitten nails.
The bloated bodies have tightened the wedding rings.
The soles stretch heavily. All movements slow-footed.
Dead calm.