Alyssa Hazel


Red lips, fishnets, black stays
misted in cigarette smoke. Take
a glance, then another— Then
soak the view. Some look
away, but they still linger. This ghost

was captured by vinyl and reel, but this man
morphed into cardinals—
clowns, a smear
of who he was: energy,
and snark. To be legend
must drain on a man.