a poem by xTx (1 of 2)
or those grasses that cut you like
of my knees
like i was riding a mechanical bull,
a sip of a beer from a guy who looked like
the Dread Pirate Roberts.
and torn cuticles
and ripped fingernails
i was moving furniture this weekend
getting hate fucked
and that's just what happens as a result
or the other.