Charles Newman

that art deco chair in front of
that shrimp pink wall
that disappears into
that aqua haze somewhere up there over
that black heart of space carpet
suits you
like it was custom made for you

you look a part of it
except for the bruises
you sport
like givenchy originals

I can’t tell the difference between
the ones you were born with and
the ones you picked up along the way and
the ones you took from me
[not that I meant to give them away and
not that that matters one way or the other]