The New Tattoo:

a tipsy string of hearts

Nina put on the lashes
they were tiny eye-wings
hung with shadows

He was late
again


She kept clicking on his personal pic and
kept thinking the same thing
intense
even submitted a poem to his zine
another Apple Blossom
behind thin glass
next:
poem of the empty plate in the fridge
pretending to be read out loud
with special guest star
shot-into-the-sink
she decided to give him the name
Chess Pimp or Junior G Man
that cinched it
@ 11 p.m. she would watch
Bride of the Monster
later
while whipping him in the face
for being brutal:
could we have a little quiet
the rain asked
another window opens
(that is how it starts)