Eight Of Legs
Paper collage © L Dyson
Paper collage © L Dyson
She spit on the floor
The bartender caught her doing it
She kept forgetting
I was even there
I kept wanting
Another shot
Another story
Another glance into that life
Like vitamins
She led me to her cock-eyed desire, inter-sexual glow
Clouded candy desperation
The fight non-concealing
Bare bones grind bare bones
She kept spitting,
Like a wild child hyena.
“Why are you eating all that meat?
Why don’t you cackle before you choke?”
I felt like never ever screaming
B/c that’s all hers.
All on her own.
I can’t care.
And I can’t wait to want
Anything less.
The bartender caught her doing it
She kept forgetting
I was even there
I kept wanting
Another shot
Another story
Another glance into that life
Like vitamins
She led me to her cock-eyed desire, inter-sexual glow
Clouded candy desperation
The fight non-concealing
Bare bones grind bare bones
She kept spitting,
Like a wild child hyena.
“Why are you eating all that meat?
Why don’t you cackle before you choke?”
I felt like never ever screaming
B/c that’s all hers.
All on her own.
I can’t care.
And I can’t wait to want
Anything less.
Jenna Kennedy
