Tuesday, November 25, 2014

my hunger is daunting, julienne
those two sticks

must rub one another
play the violin
sadly
over our romantic table

with the candle
that's black
and shaped like a woman

i'll kill your heartbreak
with my glue gun

nobody fucks with
a woman with opinions

inside i'm in a car
looking out the window

lost in the midwest
driving past meadows
worried about possessed children

not dressed appropriately
for the weather.
so i've got a lot of time to think.
hopefully i can pluck at your
little malnourished strings

light
light

peak a boo