Passion

Dear Cunt,

There is a very good chance you will read this.

I don’t care, I’ll keep melting hot wax onto my arms.

Bitch

You are oh-too-fucking good

big-assed goddess all wide hips

And square cinnamon eyes.

The world is a joke

With a comic-book punchline.

I sit here drinking glass after glass

Of cold sweet scarlet

Rubies and diamonds

In my hands,

And wishing I knew how to light a fire.

Warm my hands,

And make ash to spread over the ground.

I wish you’d gotten just a little bit fatter

And that nobody had asked you out for a while.

Or just gained some goddamned modesty.

I don’t begrudge you your happiness, but,

Alas, I was not so fortunate as you.