I wrote a hundred fucking swear words
on the coffee table
from the ring of water
fallen there from this beer I won't ever finish -
I used to be so hard.
I used to summon images
of drunken binges,
bagging women,
weaving magic spells with words,
but I am now the prey
(and happily hung
upon her living room wall).
I was once a wild boor,
breaking bottles on the back fence
and scaring little children
with my five day growth
of I don't give a shit,
but I am tamed and timid,
wanting only her
right now
right here.
I wasn't supposed to land
in her soft arms.
I was supposed to die
unsung
unknown
unloved.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm not afraid of her-
I am afraid that she might leave.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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