• poems,  poetry

    tequila and cash.

    monday she sits in the dark her ass tingles from the hard seat she wiggles in her chair she bites her lip tuesday awake at 3pm at home ramen on the stove takeout in the fridge wednesday night at a bar nachos bright orange cheese pickled jalapenos tequila and sour her will is pliable legs wobble a weathered man with large lobes blurry images she relents her body wants to feel thursday she rubs her eyes her thighs are bruised a bag of frozen peas between them she remembers when it was passionate when she loved that one special man her eyes close she lets it rush into her soul…