Airs

in the night
slowly white sulfur lights
ooze commercial boobs
& make slants of neon sun

lurid aristocratic cigars speak --
only as suggestion, not the acrimony
of --  her airs to us;
we know how Hemingway died.

same as cousins
we have all held but not known
or taken the time to believe in

a clown tattoo;
the hose you bought at Home Depot;
wish i could have helped.