Don’t You Cry For Me
I’ve been loving you as if praying
when really I’ve been drawing blood.
I’ve been behaving as if
your pussy is here to protect my soul.
I’ve been forgiving the dirt
for being more pure than I
as it sends muddy shudders
through the gutter.
We shitty poets search for magic
in every orifice
as if we could apprehend the center
of everything. Anything.
It rained all night
the day I left.
Wouldn’t it be great
if it was like that all the time?