Whispers,
letters,
all my words were
white warm and true
when I dipped you
in them.
And now
thick black mucus
slides out, wild,
................filthy,
................obnoxious,
enough for at least
six (or several)
inkwells.
Keep it.
It’s yours.
It’s from you
and you
alone........Write what
.................you want with
.................it.
My story is white
warm and true:
....................We met on a
........Sunday, napped a lot.
.....I liked to be kissed and
..............you liked it when
......................I called you
........................pretty girl.
That’s my story
and it’s mine
and mine
alone........Do what
.................you want with
.................it.