supergirl
for l.b.
southern ontario is not forever though the coffee shops say otherwise
the boys who
stain your sheets
cross your
body like digested snakes, a skin never
washed
they will disappear
the scent of men disappears
you will remain
your aches a dirty suggestion in the drunken dark
a sudden girlfriend with the necessary parts:
breasts and
legs that open, real lips and makeup
the best victim a ragged cock could meet, fuck against and forget
your cunt is
a history of men in jeans some
with beards and
others boyish
are they sensitive
yet do they talk about love
your letters provide no clue
i receive them
like birthday cards with the cheque removed
surprise postings that only dismay
end up in a drawer where i put old friends who are no longer
collect dust
you once were sweet
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