Rp Verlaine writes

After Hipster Boyfriend 

 

With younger men

she went straight

to the bottom 

 

of the bottle

its glittering vacuum

of broken glass. 

 

When it ran empty

her younger men

stepped around shards 

 

eager for her beauty

inviolate yet nihilism

does its own retouching. 

 

When I walk

alongside her now spare

as any change. 

 

These dime store

losers approach her

empty as ice wagons 

 

overturned by rain

with the smell of new

they ask for sex. 

 

She'll be a diversion

and they hers until

dull repetition 

 

leave her in pieces

for me to pick &

put back together.