Fuck me

i adore you, you are unhappy about life
you are starved for love you lap
up, the sinuous bends command me
you sin, you throw a tantrum, you pity
fight and sin and sin and tear limb
from orchards who want to see the dead
empty their bowels at night, who drink
water to pretend it's piss who eat
the frothy carcass of eaves dropping on
a shoulder when you should've been
watching what an asshole, you suck


Ellie said...

When I saw the title of the poem in my reader, I had kind of hoped it would be a one word poem: "hard".


It's better your way.

Ani Smith said...

You need to start writing poetry, Ellie.