Strip District Eclogue
no there was beauty in the two girls
sitting on the hood of the car
peeling mangoes in the city’s throat
into the air that would be the end
of those years when doomsday was a place
they’d try to kill one and another time
its luxe too much in the way
of bedding down with wintered men
how men can smell close calls
with bridges
like a dog can smell a cancer
in the tit