my dear acquaintance, i think we’ll be fine by Kenneth Mulvey

dreamy photons
ricochet wind chimes
motionless,
josephine sitting
at my feet
with a purpled eye,
smeared fade pink lips
sipping on warm
champagne
playing quite
dejected
but oh no
jos,
you told me
to,
you said call
me a fucking whore
and now it’s less
complicated
when of course
your sado-masochistic apex
is more important,
throw wet clay
into the fire,
it’s been awhile
since we’ve had
a mother’s guilt
upon us
josephine,
don’t say a word now,
let the ambulances
roar in distance
echo and just
feel the flashing
lights, the speed,
the submission as
it passes somebody
else, no new
lessons sweetheart,
i take the bottle
from her
for the last sip,
it’s miniscule,
she sighs,
she’s a nervous girl,
she starts biting
my
toenails,
happy new year
darling,
happy happy
she whispers