Walking the sun-blotched boardwalk,
mango ice clinging to your chin,
the crescent moon tattoo
between your thumb and index
tastes of butter, acetone—
A blowjob through Laurel Canyon,
puncturing the road with nervous braking,
navigating curves towards neon,
liquor, women wrapped in fishnet—
Why did you sing that night,
Cole Porter, Love for Sale?
“For a moment, bronzed”—stepping off stage,
eyes open, your tongue still
tasting of fruit.
Cole Murphy received his B.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Houston, where he was a contributing editor to the undergraduate creative arts journal Glass Mountain, and his M.A. in Literature from the University of Texas at Tyler. He is currently teaching English and plans to pursue his PhD in the near future.