Waxing
Poetic...

Asshole

Sarah Jones

because your words
are steel wool
your body a dried stem
poking the flesh of my gums
through the fortress
you built with my teeth
because you cannot dance
but for the music of my
acquiescence
because of the volumes of shit
you write with your eyes
and leave on my shelves to harder
because you are the human equivalent
of second-hand smoke
because you seem harmless
and you are killing me
because even a good-looking
asshole
is still only a small conduit for
waste
at the end of the day
I submit to you
my resignation

find a new
chamber pot