From the Fishouse

The silky
hair, black

and guided
into a slim

river down
her back was

all he could
see—won

dering if she
liked to have it

pulled back
hard and then

her head
when she

was being
fucked, she: turn

ing to look up
at his face,

skin tight
around his

mouth eyes
glistening

with something
ancient. Something

battered and
so ordinary.