this is where it all
fell apart
i found a field
of titillating anemones
the rocket fuel
seared an etch-a-sketch
of meandering milk machine
there's your violence
your squalling
and you wonder why
men think they should
just pull you by the hair
why they love
to watch it go in
but that's the rub
and it's too late for me
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