Giving Tragedy A New Name

i wonder,

if she
does not
see him

sexual,

if i
contorted
his body
back 

tying
limbs
into
my new
bike

made
seat
of his
face

and rode
him
through
camo-toting
town;

could she

even

see us

through
glared eye?

Him
being

just as
difficult

to get up
and down 
My
three flights
of stairs

without
a fight.

Bitter

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I am bird, these are my words.

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