Snapshots Of Our Conversations
If your mouth fits around my cock
then it will fit around the barrel of my gun,
you said, finishing off the vodka.
Replacing vowels with bullets
in the chamber of your name makes
A-l-y-s-s-a as thick as a .357 Magnum,
you said, while rolling a blunt.
Know how to break your own heart, I said.
Water all promises planted in your ear
with cyanide and scotch.
Comfort only comes in sneeze-style flashes, I said.
Waking up before noon is maladjusted;
poetry is good conversation
when there is no one left to talk to.
— Alyssa Yankwitt