How do you measure
the beauty of a woman,
by heart or by face?
Neither, I assign
points to all relevant bo-
dy parts; take the sum.
//
It’s easier to
avoid pleasure altogether
sometimes, I think.
//
he looked at me twice
once to take inventory
and once to consume
//
“terrible angels,”
do you remember that song?
I can still taste it
//
I prefer the valleys
mountain peaks swell the body
pregnant with hope
//
hope:
a slow kill
a terminal illness
a mid desert mirage
a wolf in sheep’s clothing
dessert before dinner
a back-handed reply
//
she feels it too much,
the sunshine; plays in the sha-
dows, big valley girl tears
//
