BLODDY MARY. SUNDAY MOURNING. // EVAN PONTER
Creatures under candlelight
Maddened in the mourning.
Brimstone by the driver’s side
Eggs and Bacon. Flak seed.
Our night living in your stories.
Placenta on my finger tips.
Your body is my journey.
Coffee steeped in cinnamon.
My back aching like a gurney.
You’ll be dead as fall by sun down.
Bloody Mary. Sunday mourning.
I (LIKE/HATE) YOU // EVAN PONTER
Soap opera commentary on your way to the bathroom.
I laugh. I always laugh when it gets awkward
and so do you.
Sears catalog as you open your cupboard.
You make veggie burgers. I never like veggie burgers when I’m drunk
neither do you.
Tu-pac on your Mac book as I find a tooth brush in my luggage.
I know only the chorus and I admit that
but your don’t.
A beta fish swims through a vibrating cock ring.
You’re dirty and that’s why
I (like/hate) you.
“You’re no good for me,” I say as you vacuum up the plastic.
I can’t keep you. You can’t stay here.
You’re like a (good/bad) hit of acid.
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