Here's this week's www.textsfromlastnight.com poem.
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MILK DIDN'T HELP. IT'S NOT HELPING
Blood is thicker than
Water is thicker than
Your off-brand pepper spray and
Why the everlovingfuck did you tear
Off the label and leave it next to my
Breath spray, Karen?
I’m in bed. Basically
blind. Supposed to be a safe place.
Now my tongue’s closed up like a failed kite and you’re
topless,
Peeing yourself laughing.
I need this to get better.
Now. Taste things. Speak.
Stop being a sexy, sadistic nurse and think of something
else.
Ice cubes. Go buy
some sourdough bread , wet it with your
Mouth, and softly fill my cheeks.
Or so help me,
I’ll jump over there,
Weeping and full of Vitamin C,
Strip off your thong,
And I’ll bury my suffering in your gleeful sweetness.
Oh, I’ll do it.
Mutually assured destruction, Karen.
