Pink Grotesque

I walked last night

the dark circle

under my right eye

I carried

a blade

I did not carry


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.

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