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home from the war

i went out with my friends
all dolled up
in my high class call girl best
the night after we broke up

he was tall blonde beautiful and stupid
5 years younger than me

a marine

home from the war

on leave
the groom of his wedding party

we got bleedin’ drunk on 5th street
and stumbled back to the millennium hotel
buying condoms along the way

it was the place
you and i
had first met
and said goodbye
that sickening july

perfectly evil indeed
america’s favorite white meat

and i fucked him
i fucked him so hard

to spite you
to eat the world

to reclaim me

to kill anything of us
still holy

6 replies on “home from the war”

Reblogged this on Cabin Fever and commented:
She has been my favourite poet since the first day I first typed my first letter on my blog. Each of her poems has me spellbound. If I don’t read some of her poetry every week, I feel at lost. The words she writes are unadulterated and real, sharp and fragile, but they help me breathe. READ her poetry. Immerse…

This is one if those moments when I could have, should have but didn’t. I remember feeling that intense anger. Maybe if I did then it would of helped but I thing it would have left me more empty than satisfied.
Beautiful words My Pirate.

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