CHAGRIN

I will rip
my hair out
until I figure
you out
your senses
don’t make
any sense
anymore
I want you
to shut
the fuck
up
and stare
at me
for as long
as it takes
for me
to get it
to get you
your facial hair
doesn’t fool me and
that silly hat
you always wear
reminds me
of a condom
condemned
my pupils
might be too large
but the whites
of my eyes
are always whiter
than your teeth
teasing
me with smiles
but never the type
of smiles
men flash
at the women
they’re
in love with.

Comments are closed.