Literature
things you find in a newspaper
i'll admit it:
i killed you.
but i couldn't help it, i swear!
it was dark, and you weren't
wearing any clothes, and we
were making love
fit in a crossword
puzzle, like how i
fit my keys in your
glove department.
how i fit my heart
in your ribcage, or
how my hips fit in
yours, or how you
fit in my bedsheets
like some inflamed
contortionist, your
hands tied behind
my back.
i ricocheted off your leg;
you figured out 8-down:
what's a six-letter word
for 'a result of adultery'
you thought babies,
i thought murder
my ink mouth said:
"put down the pen.
draw constellations
on some other boy's
freckles,
because mine
are