Michelle Carter

You hardly moved lying like a sea slug in sepia, dreaming of sky fluorescence. As if reading braille you ran your fingers over tiny shells, a trail of ornamental bones on bleached sand. Hours later the moon rose, full breasted, …

you dress me in brown suede boots & mini skirt say you’re bored of your husband of suburbia hand me half a pill promise me fun without misgiving i’m the serious one you’re streetwise we drive to the nearest club …