Marci Payne

for teaching empathy
when generations
of parents
failed to do so
penises are haunted
by ex-girlfriends with perfect legs
the redhead who stalked them in college
a brunette who got away
catholic school girls who said no with their hips
but said yes with their eyes
a fucked up credit report
back seat chevrolet encounters
one woman who liked anal
and betrayed first wives
you’re a thousand poems
I’ll never write
every day
with him
was the last day
love is an unsupervised child
with bad intentions
and a chemistry set
when life has taught you
all love ends
in pain
it becomes easy
to extinguish every flame
but not him
he’s my trick candle
he burns brighter
the more i try to blow
i have learned
to stop blustering
enjoy the party
and eat
the damned cake