watched while i curdled hopes in a mixing bowl
meanwhile
she churned the joys of motherhood
while the crevices of a buttery blossom healed
some poims
i dreamed i was in prison.
a womens prison.
loosely regulated, not a lot of authorities.
a girl challenged me to fight.
other were girls fighting too.
it wasnt really an option.
she was weak.
screaming insults at me.
i kept silent
& dodging her frantic attempts
to hurt me with her fists
or objects she would hurl at me.
i finally grabbed her by the hair
& hit her in the face.
she was so pretty.
then i kissed her.
a very sweet and passionate kiss.
she didnt resist.
then i left her standing there, stunned.
and all the other girls stopped fighting too.
and i went to find some paper,
on which to write you a love letter.