You'd nail me with ice in your eyes

-and a sting like the snap of a glove-

far less like the love you used to prefer

far more like installing the catheter



and I promised I'd make 'me' enough

I just needed to stuff

all your thrusts full of us

and to fuck your tough touch rough enough

not to hear what you mean when you call me a slut

or make me mistrust and mistake for affection

the smut you had smeared from my lips

to the holes that you'd bore in my guts.



.& so I gave up.
.& so we.
.& so we.
.give up.

12/06/2008