A safety pin through the guy’s ear
catching light. His hair dyed black,
his ass barely there, frenetically pumping.
Beneath him, you looked
gorgeous. Lacquered in sweat. Eyes shut.
Feet hooked around his bony neck, so lost
you didn’t see me by the window.
Everything you did was beautiful,
even betrayal. Your lips quivering,
as if you were reciting a private rosary.
Even then, I knew I wanted
to remember you like that—face slack,
no guilt, no fear. So soon
we’d be checking our mouths for sores.