UNDER CONSTRUCTION
don't comment on this post--- it's just basically a post-it to myself, THINGS TO USE IN THE NEXT POEM:
he left her there-- two legs, a loin, and a breaking heart
her loin wrote poetry between her legs
he came back, forehead smeared in the engine's black cum
AND
she measured her nights by the empty pill packs
and the months by the names of her lovers.
lust...acious.
he left her there-- two legs, a loin, and a breaking heart
her loin wrote poetry between her legs
he came back, forehead smeared in the engine's black cum
AND
she measured her nights by the empty pill packs
and the months by the names of her lovers.
lust...acious.