dedicated to the thieves, 2/5/11
last night, was voluntarily whipped
repeatedly with belts i also
jumped on a trampoline got my bell rung danced
on a table
danced danced danced in various environs was
kissed for want of protest, a public display of
“woman abandoning quixotic nature in favor of
hedonist’s experiential quest”
rimbaud would approve, or wait--
not give a fuck.
at any rate, i hope you’re having fun with the bleach
that you stole from the trunk of my unlocked car, dirty
thieves, and the bicycle you absconded with
from my backyard.
my father bought me that basket damn it you’ve
no respect for sentimentality at all!