Atomic Venus.
The n***d Venus, taking a photograph, the nude behind the lens. “I am forgetting to forget you. Stay with the glove.”
The song was about forgetting to forget your darling, forgetting that your darling no longer remembers you, as the piano and stand-up bass filled in the space. The room was quiet with trees looking in the window. She was following his eyes in her lens.
She put her citron-gloved hand at his neck, at his cheek, at his lips. A man smiling. “Please, don’t smile,” she said. “Think, instead, of how the leather feels on your skin.”
His mouth got a desperation at the edges. Nice shot.
“Put your hand in mine,” she said.
His large hand held her fist, a yellow bird, coiled to fly.
She stood up, motioned for him to stand up. She leaned her head to the side, moti
