Venus Retrograde

I Read Your Horoscope

  With My Morning Coffee

Hoping

                         It Would Say My Name

 

 

   That Our Love Is

                           Written

    In The Stars

 

 

 

        There Are Men Knocking On My Door            (Homeless)

At 2:00 A.M.

     Crying

Begging To Suck My Dirty Toes

                   Leaving Love Letters

In My Mailbox

 

 

             I Slammed The Door In His Face

He Is Not You

And         He Is Not You

 

 

I Squeeze My Feet Into High-Heels

     Put Curls On Top Of My Head

Hike Up My Dress

 

 

              We Talk About Truth

The Absolute And The Absent

 

 

         I Look To See

If Your Eyebrows Raise

           Pupils Dilate

 

Shoulders Push Back

                 Only

           In A Fighting Stance

 

 

   (Boxers Protect Their Center Line

An Uppercut Will Snap The Neck

   And Knock You Out

Cold)

 

 

A Single Trickle Of Blood

    Escapes

 

And         Drips

         Onto The Newspaper

That Does Not Say           Emily

Or Anything

 

About Our Love

              

 

              My Love

                   Only

                     My Love

 

 

This Is The Final Hour

 The           Second

                                 Bangs 

Retrograde