by Chad Hollis
I would’ve wrote you more poems
pretentious little bits of angst
and voracious sexuality
except that you became afraid
of these poems
thought I wanted to hem you in
tie a leash around your neck
fall in love with you
all I wanted was to give you poems
about fucking
and fucking
and fucking
you took my little poems
about you down my throat
and thought they were big poems
about filling me up
blotting out my other life
(beyond the bed)