raising a gam in the window
of her Delancey St. Loft,

painting Chinese characters
in bright red all over the window

She wears Disneyland sweatshirt, and carries vials of eye liner,
Myrrh, cyanide, and a fragrance called I don’t know, take me.

Down the street. Hazy lit and astygmatic
pasting newspapers to the wall,

The leg, the leg, the leg. a shade of nail polish called blood blister
a pair of sunglasses that say something I can’t repeat.