Elvis, hunk-a-hunk of burning love, plays over the speakers,
Spiraling in lines stepping up towards the Cliffhanger
in the eyes & ankles of boys. A girl on the milk carton.
You'd turn back if you could, step down
who wait & stare. If bone could drip like wax, you'd incise
beyond the skin, billow out, then be flattened & smoothed
At a hotel bar in the Luxor Casino, you met your second prostitute.
by married men buying you drinks. Your first,
A girl of twenty, you envied her ease & sway
you walked away. You should've said you'd let her take it:
Let her surgery you, outline on the ceiling & cut.
You'd wait to touch because to feel the sawed off limbs
& who falls in love with leaving?
Could you steal her body too? She knew that desire spreads out
But Las Vegas betrays the world's spinning axis, makes us believe
Others taught you stillness:
who doesn't know he'll lose Eurydice again,
like a noose in grief, the female body & how it is played on.
Every location sterile until you leave behind chucks
like mountains, as if Rodin sculpted her arms & legs
Outside, the mountains & desert of New Mexico compete.
You hear one ask another, shark bite? & you wish it were that simple,
With missing, you can create your own definitions.
Simply put, your bones are benign tumor growths.
or metal balls to stabilize, but denial is a betrayal—
tea-length dresses & red shoes,
& you're suspended in waiting.
Do we let go every time we gaze up at a neon sign?
Billboard space for lease in holes & cups of bone.
When he said the condom broke, you thought he kicked
When you graduated college for the first time,
Your grandmother died the second time.
wanted to buy you a cameo bracelet as well but you're still learning
the one body, that gold frame & pale face, a smashed curio cabinet delight.