I. He always tucks two
in the black acrylic ankle
sock on his right leg. 

II. Spit sizzles from his
lips as he presses
smouldering ash
against his tongue. 

III. She use her index
finger to trace the perfect
circle embeded on her left
wrist every time she imagines

IV. Torn into two pieces
bobbing in his warm beer. 

V. She feels the strike of
the match beneath her breast.