you gave like a gaggle
who stayed like a gargle

walkie talkie sexty texty

ok yes please can i come over

ok yes please. can i come, over?

your fist
is in
the pussy
of my
heart

your elbow
enters
the asshole
of my
soul

on my chest
a spot where
my first love so
lightly touched
was a cross
and sunburn
and fingertips

on my chest
now hangs
a gold cage
and a pearl
like a lost tooth
with a chain so thin
you would think
it didn't want
to be here