A Poem for Jenni
last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast
but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage
the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself
and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway
was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead
Inspired by the words of a digital translator:
"Still sleepy I wondered .. "What makes you tonight ...?" and I have stumbled absurd thoughts in his head. by lobotomy. load? rhythm? wrought? Tonight we will do all."
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