in the trash
flaccid thrasher 

ribbons of
grease in the eaves 

gifts of tinsel
to lick 

all evening
shoes click 

a carnal gleaming
at the outdoor market 

everyone
leaves a crust 

no matter how lovely
rat will outlast us 

watchful it follows
the lipless fish 

vendor as wet skins
fall from his 

purpling
fingers