The Last Romantic
he spoke about her pussy
in terms of art—
a dampness like Vermeer
a Monet water lily
from a certain angle
on the cheap four-poster bed
like Van Gogh’s severed ear
she sighed
and lit a cigarette
said she didn’t care for art
and kindly told him
he’d have to pay extra
if he wanted to leave the lights on
next time
Horror Sleaze Trash 