I am a good businessman. I line up all my wares and take the teeth out
of my smile. For property, I’d bleach! Scream! Fold — like a good little
flower. I hold flowers like, Can you believe I killed these myself? The audience
laughs! The audience knows I’m in love with myself, because I love how sad
things move. When I flirt with women, I flirt with my reflection. They mourn me.
They greet me by name.
Eve Kenneally is a Brooklyn-based writer, etc. Eve's poems have appeared in THRUSH, Peach Mag, Salt Hill, and other places.