or maybe, legs crossed, her biggest turnoff,
unannounced,
is caring day to day.
She’s in love and out of nowhere,
she’s showering every other night,
regularly,
wakes up like
get me out
give me grime
longs for the smokey hand
of marble darkness
to spin, to spiral with
truths, piling up
in moldy coffee cups
by the unmade bed
PLUTO BLOOMING 