At night, it lights up like a poem.
Street lamps glow, green absinthe steaming
against the purple-black backdrop of evening
sky and buildings teeming
with cracks, cockroaches,
[. . .] Your lover's teeth flash white in the shadows.
His face is strangely transformed-ghoulish, sexy.
For a minute, you think you've caught a glimpse
of his insides-the part you're never allowed to see,
that looks just like the doubt you have,
foreign and scary.