i met a man last
night with coyote
eyes and sharp
hairs above his lip

i will see him again
tonight my mother
says he plays his guitar
behind his back

i will red my lips he does
not know my last name
or sensation of my chest
pressed against me secret

hand of cards all
one black incompatible
suit but we can
play wedding all i want

never mind the razor
i took to my lip
yesterday or the cut
of my deltoids under silk

pop a breathmint
invent new cryptids
look just past him
not too cruel