and like cuttlefish plot their mark and share napkins
and pens. Oh to be sunny and wise with money,
they'd have the lint in my pockets doubled by morning
as if the beautiful need money, their lawyers
are handed down generation to generation,
that way the murders and deceit grow long memories,
and the licorice eaters peel their candy back
with their teeth, a trick Samantha learned
from Italy when translating Dante and slicing
men's spirits apart with her wit and ballet muscle.
Together they are happy with cruelty, french cigarettes,
Bavarian wine. They will divide a heart, in time,
tender and cut the dense meat, wipe their lips,
serve with raspberry tarts, ginger ruffles, a slice of lime.
