ginger enticed me
but my fire always drifted
hot for mary ann
chat room lips
snide as a shark’s grin
—hung on words
Tis a slender thread
holds the world to the spindle
so, a spider thought
Miserable twat
Not everyone’s like you
So get over it
I don't want to die
I just don't want to be here
The door remains locked
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‘arriving soon, possibly on Thursday’
bursts of static
Remember the time
We fucked so good that even
The summer moon blushed
we interrupt this
newscast with breaking haiku
hosta in full bloom
I found your pictures
And I threw them all away
Damn, that felt so good
I feel defeated
From truth's relentless assault
On my reality