love like a dirty, dirty switchblade
by Lizz Huerta
here we are in the bathtub with boredom.
darling! let me pop the stopper, drain the drain
and call down the pipes to Lucifer
to come on up, bring a fifth of Jack, his raunchy slideshow
for I tire of your romance, your brushing my hair with oil
your simple songs and idiotic bedroom looks of love.
hate-fuck me in the morning so I am reminded the rest of the day
suck the knuckle lover, we’ll lick the blade clean
humble me so that I know what it is
to be alive and want
unseal my poetry tattoo
give me a reason to love you back to normal.
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Lizz Huerta lives in San Diego. She is a faux-finish painter, specializing in antique iron. This is the first poem she ever submitted. E-mail: lizzhuerta@yahoo.com |