Lovers
She prepares a bowl of metaphors,
spreads butter on each image.
At times he starves
on tasteless soup and cabbage.
She is the high priestess of art.
She dyes her fiberglass hair
with wood polish and rum;
he is the only life: a malleable face,
a potbelly and a cheerleader;
a connoisseur in the night.
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