half as smartwork of art

the perfume of her shapeless
walking by the hand dryer
of our remembrances, a slight
discomfort in my urethra, too
much pubic hair and urine
spots on shorts, are you
quitting here or leaving,
orbiting, smoking or burning
off the hangover before kissing
the styrofoam of the sea
with a parachute of after-
thought and after, birth