Damon Hubbs

Baby

We’re moving in pink 
like seppuku. Tampons soaked in opium. 
A grown ass man saying oomf. Don’t be glib. 
It’s like shooting migrants in a queue. Sugar-rush mayhem
reshoot, reedit. Brunch and bubbly with Nadia
because she has an exquisite navel.
We all like to stare. 
It looks like a living angel
or Big Sur, depending on the light. 
Man it must have sucked being a woman in the age of the Beats. 
I wear a great schism of makeup. 
Like Catherine of Siena I’ve been writing letters 
to all the men who’ve had their eyes burned out by love. 
I’m tranquilized with good taste.  

Baby gives my bush a mohawk
dyes it blue. I make a fin de siècle face 
when you eat me. 
Baby in the bath. Ballet pink.
Baby talking slaughter houses.
and West Village girls. Baby playing Simon Says
and cutting just a little. Baby in the corner 
with a little fuck ass haircut.  
Baby teething ecstasy at the Avalon in Boston. 
Baby abandoning hope. 
Baby sucking dick like the Pritzker Prize.    
Baby alone in Babylon. 
Catch my kitten-heeled shoe 
I wanna be breast fed by Hunter Schafer.