i tried to pull his jugular
out through his feet,
because i don't care
how tired he was,
i still expect to fuck.

the point of reasoning
had packed up and left
on the first train to New Mexico,
leaving only packing tape behind.

he wrapped it around my mouth
and then my eyes and then my nose
because he thinks limiting my oxygen
and making me lick my way through adhesive
will shut me up for 5 minutes.

06/10/2009

Author's Note: no rest for the wicked.

Posted on 06/10/2009
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