Hey you, dragging the halo-how about a holiday in the islands of grief? Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.Your eyes are so blue they leak.Your legs are longer than a prisoner’slast night on death row.I’m filthier than the coal miner’s bathtuband nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.You’re a dirty little windshield.I’m standing behind you on the subway, hard as calculus. My breathbe sticking to your neck like graffiti.I’m sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.I want to rip off your logicand make passionate sense to you.I want to ride in the swing of your hips.My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.But with me for a lover, you won’t needcatastrophes. What attracted me in the first placewill ultimately make me resent you.I’ll start telling you lies, and my lies will sparkle, become the bad stars you chart your life by.I’ll stare at other women so blatantlyyou’ll hear my eyes peeling, because sex with you is like Great Britain: cold, groggy, and a little uptight.Your bed is a big, soft calculatorwhere my problems multiply.Your brain is a garageI park my bullshit in, for free.You’re not really my new girlfriend, just another flop sequel of the first one, who was based on the true story of my mother.You’re so ugly I forgot how to spell.I’ll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test, break your heart just for the sound it makes.You’re the ‘this’ we need to put an end to.The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.So how about it?
― Jeffrey McDaniel
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