I could see his
Home-job hair dye
Around his mouth
Around his hairline
Black dye dotted
Like pepper
Like a miniature Kusama
Like I don’t prefer salt.
I could see his
Home-job tattoos
His self-tanned hands
His fingers clutching
Communal utensils
Clutching his youth
Black dots dancing
When he chewed
When he cut through
Free lentils.
He liked younger women
Who thought he was younger, too.
Photography by Martina Madero
