this is the money i owe

I will fight you until you bleed,

until the skin comes crawling down

your sleeve, until the kittens cry

from alley streets. Oh, dear lover,

we are made to make trouble. We

don’t neglect it. We hasten to-

ward it. I am a wrecking ball

comprised of burning rubble, oh,

I am the spite you feel when

your bedsheets rustle. I will fuck

you until you scream, until you

move back towards me. There is a

natural place where we should be. There

is a burned out building where love

and hate come meet. Meet me there, oh,

love, meet me there and we will see.

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