She Gave Me Lipstick to Eat. Part 1

 See me on this worst recorded winter storm 

because I won't embrace you this time. 

 This time I will

catalog your fevers, shred corners this cabin offers 

collect your fur only. 

It didn't matter. He tossed her forwarding address 

out onto the terrace floor that same morning. 

He sat with coffee mindlessly tracing 

the burnt roof, his mouth.

Your mouth traced the burnt roof of my mouth, was all she wrote.

All she wrote 

floated somewhere off to the east now, eating away at his air.

 The story is 

And I am

This time I will not
buy you a seat for the Great Awakening playing  at Cinema 8.

If we get comfortable,

 And if we get comfortable,
Are you comfortable?



And before the nights deem,

  I want to sell you
this woman
for near pennies
I just met

who saved me glitter, put her fingers in my eyes,

Oh pretty one, how opal you look in the face. 
Smile for me once, humm?  Rub your lips, say Mmmm....