weeping for the fall of fucking humanity
by Lara Konesky

He already wrote the poem you will never write

He has already stabbed me dozens of times for the inspiration to

leak the words you could never fucking say

He has already exposed his filthy soul so that the world would know

it would be my honor to lick it clean

While you were chained to the cave staring at shadows you tried to pass as true knowledge

He was busy freeing prisoners of shit and apathy

keeping me chained to the bed only for fun

and because he knew I liked that shit

He has already screamed much louder

and hurt more ears

He has already made me cum with nothing but

sentences

that have you

weeping for the fall

of fucking

humanity

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Lara Konesky is a 31-year-old gypsy/mother/teacher fromColumbus, Ohio.  She enjoys outlaws, exaggerations, working withrefugees, barbaric and rebellious children, burdens, and sobriety.  Afterextensive philosophical training, she decided the only real life wasthe life of the poet.  Her first book, Next to Guns (GrievousJones Press, 2009), can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com.  She recently co-edited (with Andrew Taylor, ErbaccePress) and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), ananthology of writers writing for other writers.  You can also read herwork online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, and various other rad places.

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