AN ANGEL

this half-asian broad,

she came over

every now and then.

(more then than now)

and every then was night

and every night

was worse

than the next.

she’d sit there,

all awkward and twisted up

in all sorts of unsaid sayings,

this broad.

she’d sit there,

half on the bed

and half somewhere else

but hell if I knew where.

she’d come over,

she’d go straight

to my bed

without any meaningful

thing to be said

and without anything

to even drink.

she didn’t like

to drink.

didn’t even want

to fuck.

didn’t even want

to talk, really.

she just sat.

this broad,

this half-asian,

non-talking,

non-drinking,

barely fucking broad

might have been an angel

I told to leave every morning.

Submitted by Calen Harrington.
Tags: submission 16 notes | | Jan 4, 2011
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