Tuesday, November 25, 2014

my hunger is daunting, julienne
those two sticks

must rub one another
play the violin
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


peak a boo