I see you pouting
posing as if bored
(so you remember)
tawdry, blemished
riding my rails of danger.

You spurned our tomorrow
yet here you are
bad teeth pierced tongue black lips
at my midnight door.

Should I offer
doughnuts and bourbon
after I serve you?

no underwear
you’ll catch your death
it doesn’t hurt
to look

your skinny white
a nest of bones
I sleep in