borderless being
being bored
duty free high-
stakes basted by
black-market censors eyes
whose scents sense we don’t belong
by the fluorescent thighs
not gone
before shadows cast the night
on ghostly salesgirls, who graft
checks from glossy wrecks
imaginary hex
halo over your heads
credit card sex
chain around yer necks
lines between the text
read an ex- life
stitch tales of culture
with pins and needles of an ex-wife
leather clad vultures
roots as deep as strawberry runners
run viral through cold shudders
thin soils and fallow udders
