![By Viviane Sassen](https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/sky-clouds_GWNKZ945HK.jpeg)
I hiked up my waist in a storm the counter
top hard the pad of a first finger to Cupid’s
dumb hill my teeth wet the sky
sick bent over the countertop dripping
some cloud sucked my teeth dry
The sky
Sometimes she wears a gloss