And accepted Adam’s tattoo,
the tiny heart a very big
Stashed under your skin.
symbol, forever bonding us,
his ink in my flesh.
It Throbbed the Next Day
I Still Wasn’t Down When We Landed
Tightened Airport Security
No one greeted me
on the far side of the jetway,
no relatives, no friends,
only slot machines.
Tugging those two
carry-ons, upper thigh
itching like crazy beneath
a tight pair of jeans.
I wandered toward
the escalators, a 50-foot-long
mural of blue Lake Tahoe
flanking me on my left.
8-foot-tall showgirls
in purple boas (and not
much else) smiling
at me from the right.
Kristina drawn left,
Bree to the right,
the monster started to
retreat just in time.
I Saw Them
before they saw me—