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I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT SEX AND LOVE, NOT DEATH AND OPPRESSION

Your sin your skin

touching the small of your back

your eyes with mine

mounting together

towards a climax

a future

we cannot envision

 

but

 

locked in here by ourselves as the numbers escalate and horror stories too depressing to contemplate multiply and multiply till it is all we can dream all we know while this fucking shit-for-brains narcissistic grifter asshole traitor sells you and me and everyone we’ve ever loved down the goddamn fucking river trading our future our very lives for corporate buy-back stock options while he smiles his weak pants-wetting coward smile and tells us it’s our fault, it’s China’s fault, it’s Obamas fault I know I’m not supposed to say this and I’m not a violent man but one well-placed bullet could make everything instantly better

 

still

 

Your body pressed to mine

fingers interlocking

head on my shoulder

voice in my ear

whispering

I love you I love you

don’t leave me alone

 

yet

 

watching hundreds of brain-dead zombies pour into city streets begging for the chance to choke painfully to death on their own diseased lung fluids declaring that they haven’t the fucking strength the fucking good sense the fucking empathy to put aside their pitiful all-consuming selfishness for one goddamn second and do something for somebody else something for the greater good for once in their miserable worthless lies because they think behaving as dumb as a fucking rock will own the libs or some other equally imbecilic bullshit

 

and

 

I will squeeze you so tight

moving with your rhythm

telling you lies

that it will be fine

that we will be alright

that it will all return to normal

soon

 

Please kiss my lips

my sweet and gentle wife

if for no other reason

than to shut my angry mouth