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ms. fucking poet

i’m one of those punk bitches
who only allows her hardass to show
as a defense mechanism
in uneasy or new situations

oh sure i’ll wow you with my cunning
solve the equation
act as your priest
fix your lawn mower
discuss shades of lancome lipstick
and throw in a dorothy parker quote
but i can’t take a compliment

ms. fucking poet

i was jadite cynical
low to the ground from consorting
with predatory beasts

until this miracle of a man came along
and he could have just as easily been a woman
so don’t go assigning sexual motivations to this friendship
this goes beyond physicality
or shitty romance movies

this boxer from old piss covered brooklyn
poet with a missing finger
man whose way of loving me
has made
all of it
stop hurting

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