he comes at her
in a shirt that oddly matches her dress
how did you know to wear warhol?
damn good guess
right outside in the alley of the gallery
after the reading
with school boy carrying my books intentions
saying i don’t know you
but i wanna fuck your poetry
i had bought too much crown royal
at a beforehand bodega
to care enough to slap him
later castigating him for being a man
i shouldn’t have hated him for it
now i think of it sweetly and laugh
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love this. very nice.
It was a fun write. Thank you muchly.
There is a line in there…that is exactly that…exactly how I feel….thank you…for making me feel like that..
You’re quite welcome.