smoke curls

she’s putting her silver bracelets on
standing beside the bed

her arm’s lifted up
like a german salute

she is not looking at me, i’m
mostly asleep (she looks like a man

smug
after an act

of fucking) she’s puffing
on her cigarette

smiling tightly
like a god

pleased with sacrifice
whipping me with a kiss

she leaves for her other lovers
she owns many people

she’s gonna write a novel someday