drops of blood from my door
down the stairs
and across the parking lot
where they disappear     the girl I took home
last night had a nose bleed     this morning I
couldn’t get her to leave     her rummaging
in the fridge for a beer at seven a.m.     
then wanting sex again     so I did     it was bad
stretched out     like throwing a hot dog

down a hallway     she made no noise     studied
her dirty nails     The ceiling     tiny sagging
chimp tits     red
sores on her ass     cigarette skin
and a face to send

a mother into an epileptic fit     she took a shower
without drying off     had no
hair on her pussy     the stupidity
of our needs and our payment     she told me
she was married     I laughed     imagined         
lice for dinner     that’s when the blood came
but she still took time
to write her number on a paper     drop
of crimson next
to her name     bright and real and perfect
in its way