Married Sex
Drive away, Demi.
The enigmatic restaurant.
Transactional artists straddling the obvious.
Twenty cartons of Guillotines smoked in a month.
Let’s not flutter those ashes.
Many people are headed in the same direction.
We sleep in traffic
emphatic in its disregard.
Reenact married kisses. Attach hunger to blame
like governments do.
And then I said.
And then you said.