all right,

I know that you’re sick of this topic

but how about just

one more

poem

I

when I was 18

a baseball bat

clutched in my fists

shattered glass

everywhere

I smashed both of my

bedroom windows

after learning that the

guy whose dick

I’d been sucking

for nine months

was getting married

When she heard

the noise

my mother came

running

I told her

the whole

story

After some weeping

and hugging

she replied

Oh, thank God

I thought you were

high on drugs

I didn’t have the nerve

to tell her

I was