Thick and Thin

At the habitual café

Bad motives never had a known address

Your history fascinates me, friend

As for myself breathing is still necessary

And if you didn’t notice here comes the dawn

Carrying red eels in its arms

Chain-smoking her cigarette butts

She passed me her alphabet soup

Reminded her of after birth, she said

It wasn’t a good omen

She was going to Colorado

Her guru was waiting

Her mother said she was a fun loving child

“Is a vagina like a mailbox, Mom?”

Went into Santeria for a spell

Claimed she was mauled by a jinx

I lost her below eye level

Off with a man’s briefcase

Her timing was so practiced

Daylight poured stones in her head

Streets flexing convulsed muscle

Desire like mashed frogs in her throat