broken glass embedded in backs
causing blood stains on crisp Calvin Klein shirts
from wrestling limbs on kitchen floors
licking ears as sassy retribution
for passive agression
and acts of contrition
greasy hair
unshaved legs
fur
on fur
mouth
on mouth
on moleskin
on holographic jewelry owned by us
bougie bohemians
highbrow artists
--with--
low-maintenance interests that include
blow, opiates, fringed scarves, "velvety",
all the pills you can fist into your mouth,
a wannabe lou reed, your friends' band,
and shit shit shitty shit gallery openings.
Take a picture, it won't last as long as this work day
but we have to have our money for the water--after the eight ball and taxi, of course.