and entwined tendrils
slick beneath the pubis
deep money leaves painting
with a fang, a capped whip
and a pepper.
Pasted furs and spiked hat
black ballerina slamming a garage door.
Limo sliding out of the woods
an airport strobe
flashing against her eyelashes,
my spent sheath dangling
from her anklet,
nail flick like a cloth wrapped claw
her laundered sense of cool.
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