Ceasefire by A.E. Plastic

trawling the dusk with Aviva
newly home from the front line
strappingly glamorous
with impassable bokeh eyes
she suckles her cigarillo
in a calculated travesty
of virility and savoir-faire

she asks without warning
doesn’t it concern you
I have blood on my hands?

but I stay
cool as Drake
on closer inspection
I think you’ll find
that actually
it’s nail polish

Comments

[Matt Moseman]

i want to laugh like really loud, but everyone is sleeping and i don't feel like caps lock.

[pete pick]

very nice, my dear. 'impassable bokeh' is sweetly particular.

[Brian Edwards]

Killer ending, but can't get a handle on "front line". Probably me being thick.