Model Upside Down on the Stairs

“A woman’s beauty can be her damnation,” her mother said. One guy told her he’d never seen an orifice he didn’t like. Sure thing. But you’ve got to know something about tenderness. He just poked. She likes eyes on her, though, so she finds herself in the occasional awkward pose. Her boyfriend, the photographer. Her, the contortionist, the fucking astronaut. He’ll have her hanging upside down from a tree tomorrow, his gaze going distant as his glory takes over. Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? Aren’t ears an orifice? The edges of the stairs wedged against her back. Never enough.