nouns adjectives adverbs ganging up on me in a broken glass paris alley coming at me with rusty screwdrivers and mexican switchblades number two pencil shanks reminding me of my station anne sexton was a poet sylvia plath was a poet edna st. vincent millay was a poet and i am a failed porn star from texas with a too small rosebud mouth medium tits big puffy nipples frizzy hair shitty tattoos and a hankering for something wild with someone more brilliant than i could ever hope to be fuck you fucker kicking me in the cunt as you kiss me telling me things teaching me things bigger and older than the continent i came from america is for amateurs all american writers are trash except for holy anne sexton with her splintered oars a bitch gets weary rowing toward an approximation of god but this is something this is not nothing this fisher price intimacy three black pigs holding court on the windowsill the sun screaming into the sky before six you bringing me a bowl of granola with flaxseed almond milk raspberries telling me bitch i love you here's your tea here's ian drury for the playlist bitch i am going to pile drive you into the middle of next week write a book of poems about that

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