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

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