I’ve got one job to do.
Grab an animal who
just wants to be
put down.
The day requires
me to squirm.
No words,
just an entire
language
deserving
jail time.
Deep in my heart
I don’t know
what did it,
where that
line came from
on the page
off someones
phone screen.
I swore I’d
never vape and
one time when I
was really high I
realized I had been
vaping for over a year,
and I wondered what
person became me.
Crawl across the nicely trimmed lawn /
hands and knees / from the doors of my
chrome convertible / in the broad daylight /
begging to clean your black boots / with
my tongue / offer to pay extra to kiss your
smelly sized 13’s / my girlfriends
asleep in inside / hurry up loser
/ yeah that’s right / make a
mess out of what god gave you.
As much as Huntie loves to talk about their achievements, lately they've been suspicious, considering the "author bio" to be used more as an exclusionary device rather than a space to celebrate achievements. They are the mother of Dead End Zine.
