Hot tub thoughts

little fat girls like my poetry

and broken housewives with weekly

prescriptions, also fuckups

playing catch near cliff edges and there’s a couple

of drunks (in a fit of parentheses and those convulsive

morning

gut rot stomach cramps- kids raised by Buk-

that understand)…but to me…it’s no dice, it’s

old bread, it’s holding your dick against the liquid force of a whirlpool jet like

machine made current’s a

good girlfriend with all the right moves, squinted eyes,

‘Some asshole’s contaminated the damned Jacuzzi water!’, while I towel off,

dreaming

about the next line