Diamond earrings gifted now by your old boyfriend
give out curious lights.
flattery-glints too in your whore-moneyed eyes.
these sharpened coins from another man's paycheck
keep ripping through my flaccid liver.
there will have been, say, journey.
and traffic light signs
doors slamming out hammer songs
his billboard body became a tire
immobile and meaty
on the staircase, move;
your haunches strain and glide against your slip,
with shoulders unaware.
Banister luck glitters too
a ripe watch on your forearm.