She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool Staring
out of blue horizon eyes She's flippin' through the
pages of the interview She winces at the passing of
a careless thought Like a closed blonde door Her fingernails
are diamond white Of butchered bodies in the morgue
And then she shakes her hair across her eyes A pastel
sunset colored the sky, the city below them The crime
wasn't low self-esteemed this time,
they joked As they loaded in the back door for a couple
of stiffs Up on skyline drive He points down to the
place that he lives from Up on skyline drive Marble
furniture the color of toothpaste She sits beside the
pool out in the sun And menstruates in a silver cup
Teabag floats as if an astronaut in space Sentry system
picking up a bearded man Up in the helicopter cameras
roll as he's shot to death He's muttering under his breath