of organic matter

its been a year since i cheated and let you win.

salted smokers kiss in the ghettos where we first met. discarded crack pipes,

tinted bottles, half sleeping in their brown paper homes reflecting sunlight into clouded prisms with backwards color schemes the smell of damp women and car exhaust soaking through heavy hair pregnant teens lazily painting their nails, slim pubescent legs hanging off fire escapes, they turned up their faces,and laughing against the august dust, wished us luck
luck meant that i was a romantic and entirely intoxicated by your escapism, your mellowed streets, the peeling bark of a revisited rape scene
i begged for it. so you took me home, where we both spoke soft , a tone carefully dismissing our animal nature to fuck and kill
cats cradle on your vicious tongue, i washed down your licked finger tips, left you to tend your bed, and with sea legs walked alone through times square