Joke gift from my first crush,
her hollow belly was made
for stubbing out butts
and her long legs splayed
in perpetual cancan kick.
Her naked breasts glowed
in my bedroom red
as the tip of the Marlboro
he lit that first and only
date, shaky voice and hands
offering his ironic present.
When he went to the dance
with someone else
her glazed face
never stopped smiling
as I hammered her to ashtray bits
and buried her
out back. What was I thinking of?
Who can piece together
what we smash in search of love?