she'd have gotten it all if only her mouth hadn't opened so wide (so fast)

and you can open her up and taste, as if sample flavors dripped in her spit.

-

and she falls all the way down once she's gotten herself all dressed up

like a big girl out to play with all the bigger boys who like the way she's

like over-sexed addiction with all her accoutrements, she's got beauty

and scars without apology, and all she says is fuck. fuck she'll scream if,

like a car, she crashes like it's all she can do to fuck with you, to fuck you,

like life never mattered in the first place. she spits on the ground like a box

of cigarettes and it's crushed as she falls into someone's arms again.

-

she'd

have

-

gotten

it all

if only

her

mouth

hadn't

opened

so

wide so

fast.

smoke

her up,

she'll

hold you like fingers

wrapped around a

just-lit cigarette.