Fuck Portland no fuck Beverly Hills
fuck me and fuck my skinny wrists
fuck talking about wanting to kill myself
and fuck not talking about wantingĀ to kill myself
fuck poetry and fuck using poetry as therapy
because itās much easier to not lie here and
fuck this lazy teenage excuse for a poem.
Fuck my ex and how she is
because of what I did
because of who I am
and fuck me, again.
Fuck my filthy sink fuck my need to drink
fuck me wanting to take oxycontinĀ
every single day of the week
fuck the way I think
and fuck following hot girls on the internet
fuck thinking Iām progressive and changing
while staring hot-mouthed
at a 23-year-oldās ass on 2nd and Spring.
Fuck my inability to love correctly
and fuck my putrid selfishness
no fuck all the unanswered calls from my father
fuck my purposeful foolishness and
fuck! stop crying all the goddamn time.
Fuck the poet in K-town
who doesnāt want to be referred to as
the poet in K-town
most likely because sheās scared
sheāll be as nothing as that line is
or as nothing as me
which is, to be honest,
a whole lot of nothing,
a tire-fire in the iris of your eye
gone out, a cum stain on your sheets
washed away with me.
Fuck not speaking to my mother
or ever calling my sister or knowing
a single fucking thing about my brother
or letting Rachel fade into ancestry.
Fuck being, just, like,Ā
so goddamn horny all the time!
smashing my needs into the corners
of every new thing and fuck my awful teeth
and fuck how I canāt not do this and fuck Loraine
for thinking she could have a piece of me while
dragging me through shit or thinking these bruises
were hers and not caused by someone else (Samantha)
and fuck that I came inside Dani but not that I came inside Eliza
but while weāre here fuck aĀ miscarriageĀ but not an abortion
and fuck the anvils roped into my memory that snap up
and crack until Iām the excuse you need or some simmering
bad memory, angry as ever and futile for fun.
Fuck Rita for dying and fuck me for not
or rather fuck me for living like such a wretched snot
and fuck me not telling you every beauty every day
oh just fuck me until Iām a knot, or notāĀ
fuck me for letting every holy Iāve held rot
(especially the miracle from Beverly,
the body of Christ in wafer piping hot.)
Oh fuck this, whoās even reading
why am I even, oh, oh just, man, buddy, come on
fuck me until Iām a wash
fuck me until Iām something
you canāt repeat
fuck forcing optimism
into this last beat.
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