A sprinkler
full of acid
Looks
just like
a sprinkler.
running
through;
the contents
eat down
to my bones
and
then some.
fools
Some men
see romance
only in
hindsight;
they are
called
[ ]
Toxicity Didn’t Kill Me
i remember
it looked
like a
smashed
strawberry
when the
gynecologist
pryed the
tampon
out of me.
I was a
20 year old
Raped
in my
childhood
bedroom
by a boy who
used “i love you”‘s
like a
trojan horse.
—
three days
later,
I didn’t
remember.
trauma does
that to you
[even though
for some,
sexual assault
is a punch-line
these days].
—
lying back
Stirruped feet,
i was just
as surprised
as the doctor
who gutted
the rotten
tissue-soaked
cotten from me.
they told me,
“you should
have been
dead of
toxic shock.”
they couldn’t
see it, but,
a part
of me
was dead.
—
He ended
up cheating
on me
because I
withheld sex
from him.
[after the fact]
“Boys will be boys,”
Right?
—
Cue: Crassness & Gary Jules, Mad World
The stripper
and the
old man have
deserted me.
—
being
desensitized to
walking past
3D models of
cut-scenes
in porn,
[I’d skip past]
APPARENTLY,
can ruin one
friendship.
—
the other
equates me
with either
exhaustion
of technological
onslaught,
or denied
weight of
immense guilt
from displaced
adulterous
sexual tension.
[but who’s
counting?]
—
to make
matters worse,
I just
bawled
my eyes out
about not
being able to
redeliver a
newspaper
to a 95-year old
bed-ridden man
across the country,
who just
needed it
to be happy
reading a
little dog
cartoon.
