Poems About Other Women

The record finished
And the needle returned home.
She knocked on my door
All nails.

I opened the door
And she mauled me with kisses
Forced my hands into action
And I fought back

I fuck her from behind
Hard and brutal,
And she asks me to come
Just for her.

I oblige
And it is glorious
And tender
In the aftermath of such violence.

Then she slapped me
Hard and brutal
Hard enough to make my teeth shake
“That’s for writing poems about other girls.”

She got up
Got dressed
And left.
I get out of bed
And go to flip the record.

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