Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Hole, a poem

Hole

Guys always tell me they sold Frances Bean her first drugs
and guys always tell me they're really not that into hugs
and guys always say that poor Frances Bean was so sweet
and guys always make me feel like a raw piece of meat.

do these stories meet in the middle?
she was little,
I was little.
She has a hole and her mother does too
and so did my mom, but it just made her blue.



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