Molly

1.

 

I notice

on your face

a forgotten tenderness;

Tears –

That have lost purpose

And dried.    

 

Your eyes

Are as dark as candied plums.

 

Your fingertips

the color of ripe clematis.

  

The Mexican money tree,

your new roommate,

introduces herself to me

as Molly. 

 

Her body

is caught in a wooden braid.

Eczematous skin

causing her discomfort.

Why don’t you take her

To the dermatologist, Eric?

 

Leaves have sprouted from her nipples,

Alongside dark green veins.

 

You say,

She needs a haircut

but she disagrees.

 

She says

She is lonely in your apartment.

and wants to go out to dance.