Pia K.'s foreign lover
Has looked for work all day
His back barely healed
And she has that look
He folds his clothes neatly
Those he laughed with
Faces to unwind her
Tight as a shitless sphincter
Even smiles but secrets it
Metal of water
Of her eyes
Polished black and owing
But it's too late she's
Quick fakes to grab
Something hard
Her backhand stings
Goes to the mirror
Admiring herself
Puffs her hair
Turns, kicks his testicles
Her motive so unclear
Radiant confusion
This is his anguish
Rubbing the animal
A round something
Making cattle noises
Now properties of idleness
From deep inside
Jerks her knee up
Sharp into his jaw
Flash and he drops
Flame acid drop
Her charred-lipped smile
She slides her boot heel
Across his chest
Then presses grinds
He strains to lift
Neck points tongue
And touching
Winter comes as a friend
But nothing satisfies her
Toe-pushes his tongue gently
Then turning, metal of saliva
Steps down on his throat.
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