I imagined you going at her in ferocious fucking--
O, O, O, O, O, O, O Immortal Glistening Cock,
wrapped in latex, fat & hard--
over my Coke Zero and cheese cubes,
over the band that sang the Beatles.
3AM: I will never forget this moment,
where everything is, the way it smells
(cigarette smoke drying my face
like preserved meat)
the way I feel, the way you look.
That piece of lint on your shirt,
an anchor to the memory.
I want to vomit, or die,
or die vomiting, whichever comes first.
I will always remember how you looked:
so beautiful you seemed removed
from the world, sitting outside it,
in bas relief, untouchable.