yeah i've done that
you're no fun
no rope around the neck
no lips around a gun

romantic comedy
is not romance
nor is dinner, movie
holding hands

god damn you
if i have to spell it
in a russian accent
with flying spit

i don't want
to taste your cooking
i just want
to break the cook

so i send
a naked photograph
of me with a snow leopard
ripped in half

for you to cry over
with inner thigh pain
running your fingers over the glossy paper
whispering my name