Memory take a number

gut me please
mistakes
don’t read this please
I’m begging you

when we met I thought I would ignite
when you drank into blindness I couldn’t say goodnight
after that flight west and drive home from san francisco in a toyota mr2
I didn’t suspect you read everything my roomate told me she was in your room

it was strange to watch you try to strangle me in new orleans
the crowd encircling and menacing like romans to gladiators
I played the christian to your lions bidden by faith in love
but mardi gras blackouts leave scratches and breathless punches

the flight north in a ford festiva
silent when you slayed myself slayed by me
never suspecting you read my diary until you quoted me some month later back to me in a letter why don’t you find comfort sucking some other’s tit

cock in another woman’s hands and wet mouth
it was hard to write another word
when I returned all the pictures of you bare ass