the boys are angry.
there are ten different shades to choose from but
they are all red, and with white wine to pour, crimson
is the only color worth kissing with.
there are men who will drown themselves in the atlantic
between your legs, who will roll the ocean into their cigarettes
and smoke the waves so they whistle beneath their tongues,
and when they come up for air, their fingers will harden
at the back of your skull and they will not be able to
breathe, so they will hold you down with them,
and you will drown with lungs caked with seabed.
so the ends of my hair are still wet
and my thighs ache and this red lipstick
is same as all the others, but it is staining the lapel
of your coat, and i think that makes it mine.