I met this woman

I met this woman
and she said,
you’re a real crud,
and she started picking my
blackheads.
she picked those blackheads
everywhere:
in the car, in the market, in
bed, in the park…
in between we made
love.
I ran out of blackheads before I
ran out of
love.
what are we going to do
now? she asked.
fuck, I said.

then she began pulling hairs out
of my eyes and nose and along the eyes
and eyebrows, the back,
with a tweezer.   we ran out of
hair.
what are we going to do
now?   she asked.
fuck, I said.

I ran out of blackheads and hair
before I ran out of
love.   she’s packed her clothes and
is moving out
tonight after she sucks the wax
out of my
ears.

a most highly unusual
woman.