You are twenty days late
In your response
Who do you think you are?
That I’d jump at your thumbspeak?
It was a passing thing
Thinking about you now
With your flecked baldness
Your Cheshire cat teeth
Glowing against
Your ***** black skin
Your disease
A foul smell
In the arid air
The long stretch
Of your tawny arms
That once carried
The weight
Of your insecurities
Your sweaty palms
Like milk
The sweat
In your back
Your unpunctuated sentences
And your shallow joys…
You are twenty days late
But you’ve lost me
On the fourth day
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
You are twenty days late
In your response
Who do you think you are?
That I’d jump at your thumbspeak?
It was a passing thing
Thinking about you now
With your flecked baldness
Your Cheshire cat teeth
Glowing against
Your ***** black skin
Your disease
A foul smell
In the arid air
The long stretch
Of your tawny arms
That once carried
The weight
Of your insecurities
Your sweaty palms
Like milk
The sweat
In your back
Your unpunctuated sentences
And your shallow joys…
You are twenty days late
But you’ve lost me
On the fourth day
2009
