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.
hold you like fingers
wrapped around a