the accoutrements of beauty

i lay on her bed
listening to Radiohead
while she puts on her make-up
she has bottles and creams
and eyebrow pencils
various gels, perfumes and oils
the accoutrements of beauty
i’ve ruined her skirt
and i haven’t written anything
in weeks
but my vasectomy scars
are almost healed
and last night
i was so deep
inside her
she told me
she could feel me
all the way
up to the bottom
of her ribcage
oh, yeah

poetry can wait