hurt, like a light,
like a ripe melon
compared to Pamela's
tits in heat,
his blood detaches he
hits her
during sex cute
snatch bleeding cheek;
alien distance
filling like a bruise. this
isn't what it sounds like.
you talk too much.
your anger building
like a swollen thumb in time
for the bus-- scab,
graveyard, grocery store, your
day's weird gold
my house to your left,
or to your slightly
tilted, absent
mindedness; your spanish
is perfect.
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