Titled "How She Loves."
Life is a whore you love so much you
hate to think of it going to bed with everyone else,
but you know she does because that's how she loves.
Like a chain reaction accident no one intended,
she lays with death between her thighs
nibbling away at her lips, and you know you're next.
It is an accident.
Too bad, she smiles.
You happen to fall in love.
Too bad, she smiles.
But your time is up.
She smiles.
The man behind you is standing with his tongue hanging out
and you want to kill him, but there's
someone standing behind him and someone behind him.
You look at her, your heart kicking at the end of a rope.
She smiles and hands you a towel.
You wipe your face and you shrug your shoulders,
and everything before you disappears except her hands
and mouth saying, I'm sorry.