She lives with her pierced heart
It wears her out;
If only to turn tail
To take a diff’rent route.
He walks like a lover: mysterious and wise
chestnut hair hides two hazel eyes
leaving girls in his wake begging for more—
cause to him it's just the thrill of the lure.
she’s a martyr
city to suburb
suburb to city to country.
plucking an iris,
cast my graduation picture into the rain—
watched as the glass shattered under the stars
and the frame dislodge itself from my face,
as if to say, “At last.”
Yes—yes, alright—I see.
So my opinion of you
—has got to revolve around,
the jaded cultural conception:
Jesus, when men fucking come so fast
It’s like show a little goddamm control
You broke the record last time for shortest release
Now can you hold out till I at least near the peak.
I've done well, my love, to stay away from the hotel,
until the other morning. Heartsick and betrayed,
I sat staring (with an eerily calm serenity)
at the mundane structure
i will not
let you suffer
on account of
your letter peeks out
from in between my bookshelves;
you have no idea how much I need you.