Self-disgust

[enfuego15]

My heart has been broken
into pieces I can see through.
Your hands are skilled thinkers
they touch me like they’ve been here before
but you were left hanging
like a loose tooth
there
the most beautiful
in my collection of ugly things
while I kissed you
just for the sound it made.
Rustling of plastic bags.
The crash test car.

I have never had your way with words.
no extended metaphors. no great line breaks.
I was too busy masturbating
and being inarticulate
while you were the one creating new ways
to keep this oeuvre
this game of romantic Darwinism
interesting.
Well, fuck, if you’re so good
here
use my pencil
make it work.