Sitting here sleepless, tired and completely done with love.
how dramatic of me.
but seriously, I see a man and woman kiss and instead of turned on,
I just feel so disinterested.
I don’t even feel like getting laid,
isn’t that the point?
There must be something more fulfilling than some beautiful woman’s
wet hot lips leaving light or deep impressions upon a neck
spiraling down across chest and arms,
til at last like a porn star, hands pull out those magic places
used in unison for unison
and while you choke on each other’s loins
I can’t help but choke on my own vomit
I’ve finally thrown up
and I see it for what it is
please don’t touch me
until you’ve washed your hands
don’t cough your springly airs on me
I’m not picking up that handkerchief you’ve delicately dropped upon the ground
because I saw you sneeze in it
I’ve got my own lozenges to soothe my throat
I’m drinking ginger ale and eating ice cream
because I can’t keep anything else down
dehydrated and writhing on the bathroom floor
if it’s not out one way it’s out the other
so fuck love
i’ve had enough of it’s infection
I hope I’ve demonstrated clearly enough, how I’ve needed to clear my throat of this disgusting disgust.
I’m going to bundle up now to break this fever
maybe I should be bloodletting, quick break out the leeches
let’s get rid of it quick
I hear it’s terminal
I’ll go bald for the chemo,
eat penicillin, I’m allergic, just to kill it
I see a leg and I double over
I see lips and mine go sour
I see eyes and I’m blind
gazing into my porcelain temple
I ready myself for a great expelling
I remember romance like two fingers to the back of the throat
until sweating I’ve heaved myself dry of it all.
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