02.05.03

come back and wrap me in your ego
how many times did I hate your face?
floating those wordless highway nights
your nothing saying more than mine
our sweat drowning the flowers out my window
come back so we may war again
I miss your bickering like I miss yellow jackets
except your sting is worse
..and now when I think of you
..the word “fuck” comes to mind
...for several reasons baby
and did I ever tell you
that winter has more character
than your icy glare?
.....you raped me of my innocence
.......and I, the fool
......let you do so
.....let you screw me empty.
last week I burned that picture
of your grandmother,
praying for voodoo
or alzheimer’s