even with them
she was hiding it
he wanted answers
coming back with red juice around the corners of your mouth. a punch brunch mustache above a coy smile that continues to look (mail order catalog) straight ahead (everything’s cheaply expensive) with a fixed gaze (confidence man).
missed bets on dirty green fees
a maleficent conduit
(shiv in the thigh, head in the sea)
part time vissor
forging handshake signatures
kneecap escalators seeking retribution
on a pier walk
this man in the coffee shop is eating cheerios out of an old cottage cheese container and sipping an orange san pellegrino out of a wine glass.
Excuse me, ladies.
I don’t have any eyes.
You have eyes.man on eighth ave at 37th st (who did have eyes but was missing part of a front tooth) to s and k