Erotic PoetryThinas the dreamt ideal body
of a bulimic teenage girl
who is snapping her gum
while kind of almost listening
to, like, Avril Lavigne
on a Barbie doll-pink
iPod Nano
was that excuse
for where the hell you were
and where you weren't last night.
You're lucky, though, you bastard,
because
I so am so still hungry
that I can't wait to watch you eat.
When I've finally had my fill,
I'll maybe let you be dessert.
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