Cenotaph charlatan. Film strips
and candle flames and leaves judder.
The rowboat enters the grotto,
and I may as well write porno.
I brought her sauvignon, water
crackers, and cheese aged in a cave.
She says, “What did you do to my
hair, to my whereabouts. You’re bad…”
Tim Botta teaches English composition at Wake Technical Community College. His work has appeared in alice blue, GutCult, MiPOesias, word for/ word, and Zafusy.