I remember through remains
of my lip hanging cigarette
three days before your ass was dog-tagged
and corsage of my acrylic tears
said to my good-looking flesh of green tattoos
throw back your coat
and your face got hard as rock candy
and tight like alum pussy
as my pointed toe pointed heel high top silvers
pushed back their buckles
and my champale and bubblegum sweat flew
to the surface of my rhinestone crabs
and my belly cincher bra pincher
popped up their dukes
and my voice more precise than the wind said
come on motha fucka
kiss me
I Remember, Jayne Cortez
