Wednesday, November 4, 2015

i write you three poems and then
flagellate myself with them, tattoo them on my eyelids and sit myself
down in the interrogation room

"now, where were you on the night of the 25th?"

"certainly not falling back into the love, officer, 
but i can tell you one thing, you might as well
lock me up,
i have no restraint
when it comes to her arms, 
i'd do it again
and again."

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