Almost missed it! I was at a friend's all day and then we saw Grindhouse (Don't!)
Here's my poem:
SOAP
I kicked you in the head with my hand
I forwarded your mail, hanging off
of the palm tree as if it was my tree,
I'm just confessing, I'm not necessarily
sorry. I felt your hand while I was asleep,
you told about a story in prison, men
who tell other men things, and then forget
to have known, but that's an older story
than you would like to believe. I just saw
you roll your eyes as I hopped in my car.
I put my car on your head until you told me
it was alright to leave, you dirty stinker,
why don't you use my hand as a shovel
when we look at children sitting near
the sand?
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