cigarette

she poised one
in her lips
and exhaled a relief
that he is gone.

if you are truly masochistic

then you would endure

seeing her name
in the list of my
dialled numbers


that in the interpretation of the arts
she, a winner


and the lies i feed her
so i can discard you
after our six lonely beers
get emptied together.

while i write verses on your leg

i paused to look at
eva green
bleeding in the kitchen.


it was a beautiful reminder
of our first encounter.