La Rev

My head is bored

with cardboard boxes;

    hammered with

tequila and bubblegum.

My jaw just went through

a title fight;

    my neck is sore with shame

and unrestrained contemplation;

     my instinct is aching in my stomach,

turning my innards like a rotisserie.


There’s a spot on my back

that I can’t quite reach.
   
   
    It is sunburned

and itching

    with wait

    for you.





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