"somebody has to pay"

this was 09.22.00.
for some reason.

(shakes her shirt
from her skin
sad formed mouth or
weary grin)

ladeda. bad frags bad frags.

shut up shut up.

leaping no.

but. oh well.

it's been quite some time, will i ever feel that again

don't do any harm.

ahem.

(fails to clear throat
proper)

/

you said you hated living
and i put down the rest
said you wanted a palm or a plan
so i drew circles from your stomach
i try to write conclusions
things that make you go
seering past the bread lines
but then you say coolly there
are no
breadlines
and i feel
like a
scamp.
“you haven’t been waiting a while,
have you?”

you would’ve
banged a
frame


to
hurdle
mine
or

lapsed
another’s
wheezing.

said you went to meet the boy who
fixed you a place
and threatened to melt you
alive. but that wouldn’t be so
pain-filled. so
you left and crushed a doily
to the wall,
forming
animal
figures
and pressured
tenderness.
said you wanted
dexterity
and
open mouth
entrapment.

sitting

in your wild

committing

furry idolized
adultery

adulation

on a tire swing

you said you wanted to see the one who
‘d kick you to a painful place
maybe
discontinuity
but i, i was occupied undoing
origami blindfolds
besting
lovers
and interests.
so you pounded a leaf,
so you pounded on my
door. but
i don’t see,
maybe it’s just disappointment