Pink Grotesque
I walked last night
the dark circle
under my right eye
I carried
a blade
I did not carry
authority
Balanced on the arch
of my lower lash
I saw a hand slash
As the blood ran
I recognized your hand.
Late Pink Orgasm
From down the hall
or is it coming
through the neighbor’s
open window
turn your head to echolocate
there is a phone
and it is ringing one of those
old-timey phones
connected by a wire
to an outlet in the baseboard
plug & jack
ringing in the old way
which depending on
circumstance could sound
like yellow chirping
like accusation
or something suddenly close
bringing me to
this right here.