wicked love

she’s twisted
i can’t figure her out

she’s different
it doesn’t make sense

as if she’s a kitten
and my soul is her toy
with her tiny little claws and teeth
so vicious

so silly and fun

and worth it

love on rye, hold the mayo

yeah, i’ll take a couple of slices
of the good love
that kind, right there.
cut it nice and thick
stack it on there, for real
with stone ground mustard
and some of that home-made slaw

wrap it in paper and a side of fries
a little garlic salt
malt vinegar

maybe i’ll save it for later

or eat half now while i wait
and enjoy the rest for lunch at work