cast-iron or sex

sometimes, any
idea of your crimes against humanity
are close enough to lay me down
and flatten my torso against the floor
broken moments surely are as simple as
cast-iron or sex
so, watching you there
making the call (the call) that
you always wanted to
and hoping it goes
the way you
want it to (this is me hoping)
and certainly someday
your pain will dwindle, but
like heartbreak fiends
you don't want to hear
that and likely, never will (until)
it comes from your mouth
from your mouth.
getting over is so much harder
than getting off, but we're used to
all the rundown ones
as much as anyone can be
(i guess).

2004-12-02 | 12:00 p.m.
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