This One Time We Held Hands and Watched the Dawn Rise Over a Strip Club
A dancer leaned from a window and let her hair fall.
Southern Ontario never felt more like a fairytale.
Years later you sent me a text out of the blue.
“If you fuck someone tonight
try to love them less than me.”
I didn’t respond but maybe I should have.
If you’re reading this, I still hope
for the future we talked about
having sex while Bernie Sanders is giving
a victory speech, to really roll around naked
in grassroots where the beautiful voices are
where none of them feel trapped.
Horror Sleaze Trash 