I know how to wear my hair
and my eyes
and where to put my mouth
and how much to keep it open
enough to keep it interesting
I had a ghost for breakfast
a man for dinner
and for dessert
I let him
put his hand
on my chest
on the balcony
we share his
last cigarette
in LA
for an indefinite
amount of months
we share the shock
about a colder winter
than usual
and I make a joke
about my heart
being cold, too
he tells me it is warm
I suck his thumb
on the couch
because I know
where to put my mouth
and how much to keep it open
I suck his thumb
and for a moment
he mothers me
I go to bed hungry
praying mantis
dreaming of things
that are for me
and not yet mine
I keep my mouth open
until I am no longer interesting