miles davis
beat his wife

with the same hands
he brilliantly fingered
other women
and his trumpets with

because he was just a man

hemingway’s liver committed suicide
long before the self-prescribed bullet
found his head

and i am a poet
who says
screw the word poetess
it sounds too much like
pretentious pussy princess

the digits holding my pen
have sinned
well and often

and will soon be at it again

because birthing art
you make one hell of a bloody mess