I’ve had this feeling before, but oh god I want to marry you.
My body is no way to behave.
Oh touch me, touch me, good woman!
That’s not a scar you feel under my shirt, that’s
a letter of recommendation, folded up tight,
from my father:
“All the same, he’s a good boy, and full of love.
Cast a cold Eye
On Life on Death
Horsemen pass by
“The Way The Dizziness Comes In,” Shimmy Boyle
Is this great or not great? Smoke and mirrors? Just a list of pretty sounding words and interesting images?
A woman full of plywood
and buckshot, like the pheasant everyone
fought for and nobody ever won
There’s a way we talk and it includes profanity. We never figured we’d be arrested for it.