in the living room of her condo
she sets her gold earrings down onto the
ash tray and asks
you want the boys or not?
Step light step right.
She moves like light, red and climbing,
a sun touching everything into
Rodney laughs, pipe in mouth,
his belly shaking, making
her hands like currents over her body
as smoke rings dance in circles around her
her hands like golden swallows over her head,
her fingers weaving nests of red threads
and never once catching