Bloodstains Should Be Removed Or Contained

The factory where I worked had wings: suicide nets strung from the eaves. This was before my 
Big Career, before staging and showing, when flipping meant wrestling. I was a mattress tester 
and you were a cutter; I mean a barista, all steam and caffeine. You were the girl I fucked on the 
sly, skirt hiked high, two steps up on the staircase. I remember loving you. You could only feel 
things if you felt pain first. All your friends were books or men. Women were mirrors that got in 
your way. How did those misfits turn mainstream, turn cold? I tried to fight it with books on 
tape. The three way was my idea; I brought you a beautiful girl as a gift. Look how unwrapped 
she is.