she was ugly
but she was a damn good writer/liar
and she was funny
which made her mouth more attractive.
she didn't agree
and she knew all about you
but she didn't care
just bled her blouse and ate my dark hills.
she was a journalist
with my line of poetry
and didn't care for sunsets
just dipped her hips in the bathtub.
she was a cat person with dogs
and we fucked fast
not looking back at no autumns that could destroy
just bodies up for the time being.