Lipstick
Tamryn Spruill
my generosity transforms
into a cavalcade of
fibroblasts:
connective tissue linking me eternal
to ancestors
living inside my DNA
their impulse
to scarify
pulsates through me
like bass
hyping a troupe of
pole-grinding clit waggers
in a club
pull me across generations
like a BLACK HOLE’s hunger
leave me swimming
in a STAR POOL of belonging
against inevitable
DARK MATTER
like the SHADOW that moved in with me
comfortable enough to leave her hairbrush ..... laptop ..... sketchpad ..... hoodie ..... tangle of unwashed threadbare t-shirts she rotated throughout the week ..... cat-eye sunglasses ..... leisure reading, like IF YOU FEEL TOO MUCH and …OR NOT TO BE: A Collection of Suicide Notes ..... coffee mugs ..... negligent coffee rings embossed café-con-leche on tabletops ..... nail polishes in neon blue and yellow to produce nuclear sea-creature green fingernails ..... a grid-lined Moleskin notebook marked with strange codes: numbers * + & # ^ = symbols stick-figure drawings scrawled in puffy pink handwriting ..... alcoholic tampons soaking in baby-food jars ..... a half-empty bottle of Monkey Shoulder the color of irradiated piss
strewn haphazardly throughout various rooms
(if i could've
i would’ve peeled that water-jug tattoo from her forearm
taped it ragged
against the alluring black of
my refrigerator door)
i would’ve peeled that water-jug tattoo from her forearm
taped it ragged
against the alluring black of
my refrigerator door)
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i introduced her to some of my friends but rarely let anyone get to know her
her furtive business-trip departures coincided with my interstitial happiness anyway
(as if my brain had dulled so severely by lassitude basic math was now beyond my reach)
and when my heart ached for the familiarity of well-worn shoes
i conjured her spirit in a ritual involving matte-black mouth paint and candle flames
and when i breathed out the light
i breathed out
and into
a mirror-facing smile that reminded me of a teeth-whitening regimen
i’d been meaning to buy
her furtive business-trip departures coincided with my interstitial happiness anyway
(as if my brain had dulled so severely by lassitude basic math was now beyond my reach)
and when my heart ached for the familiarity of well-worn shoes
i conjured her spirit in a ritual involving matte-black mouth paint and candle flames
and when i breathed out the light
i breathed out
and into
a mirror-facing smile that reminded me of a teeth-whitening regimen
i’d been meaning to buy
