She doesn’t believe in reincarnation,

I spent most of my 20s
inside Jenny,

Young lady on King Street

For my birthday, I ask him to
fuck me with his fists and tongue.

Ashamed of what I’ve done,

Temple hauls in smoke, asks: “Do you think I have too much cunt?”

Take away all that I deserve

He writes my hair black.

I find her in fiction between Duras and Durrell.

The bedroom smells of sex and sugar donuts.

I float, limp from the swim,

Found as a stray--