poetry

Me: 1, Her: SAD

GOD

the big reveal

MY GOODNESS

I mean

just a person

you said she was just a person

you said that about all of them

when you

were in that mood

and I was in that other mood

wherein I ripped them new assholes

in my imagination, grinning

but MY GOODNESS

you were right

just a person, she is,

after all, just a

person, a

SAD PERSON.

what am I supposed to do with that?

GOD

not the ending I envisioned,

really.

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quantified

how many calories in this muffin?

how many dollars for these jeans?

this purse is vintage, this shirt, I found it

hanging around at the goodwill

how many notches on your belt sir?

how much for your heart and soul?

photo shoot nightmare, messed up terrible,

shake it off, retreat, duck under

metal heart she said, she was right

you know

how much for this stop sign ticket?

how many trips to urgent care?

how many times babe, how many times

just give me a number, I’ll count till

a hundred

buck up, move on, erase, let’s go

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stone faced killa

your mouth is an automatic

weapon a full body

assault

little lamb, lost and delicate

tender meat, your

velveteen lungs

ripe with violent intent

or maybe not?

your mouth is an

elevator stomach

drooling, wet corners of

your mouth

your mouth!

who gets thanksgiving?

who gets Christmas?

unholy mouth,

it might as well be foaming!

baby lamb I crush you, hook

you, heat you up and

cook you

keep it to yourself next time

don’t forget I

know your

mouth

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