A poem from like 6 or 7 years ago (warning: explicit language).

My twenties was def way more angsty LOL

.
.
.
.

The Roost

we f*ck like birds
a 20-gauge Remington 
slug through our breasts

whiskey shrapnel
exploded
in a forest clearing

like two ghosts playing
Russian Roulette
in campfire embers

the backs of our
throats packed with
charred dirt and worms

we f*ck on the road
caught in the grill of a
pickup truck

like splintered
toothpicks in a blender
of kerosene

like beaks wet with
velocity and bile and
eviscerated caterpillars

plume molting
in the dust of
a drunken drag race

we f*ck under the
windowpane
back down

legs up