This bitch folds things cock-eyed <br />and leaks Saturday, <br />pierces her thighs with Goya, <br />telephones the lottery <br />to brag about her boyfriend’s size, <br />cleans the toilet <br />with duct tape and voodoo dolls. <br /> <br />This bitch drowns the block in hairless awe. <br /> <br />All caviar to bless my sheets, <br />worms dictate her love letter, <br />if you’re going to be morbid <br />do it in half-assed shudders, <br />she says. <br /> <br />The puppets copulate in terror, <br />bleach of names come spilling cryptic, <br />I said that, I said that, <br />gossip politely about the holocaust <br />running down my lips at 4 AM.<br /><br />Sean Kilpatrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-crush/
