My Sanguinary Valentine
The folds in her eyes creased with
dark purple dust.
Bought off the sale rack at the
Walmart on North 15th
She bought me a Hallmark card there too:
Brown gray dog with plastic googly eyes
"Won't you be my puppy love?"
Her hair was up.
Washed clean as a canvas for
the gum-glitter gel tossed through
Don't you know who she was with last?
He studied astronomy at NYU.
But then I studied her.
Five minutes after eight:
She started pulling apart the layers
of her white paper napkin.
The fork was still on top of it.
Round Mirror.
Compact case.
Reapplication of red lipstick,
that was subsequently applied to the side
of her teacup.