Published in In Parentheses
baby i’m a bull in a china shop but
the glasses and silverware and plates
are pillows and sheets and comforters
and my horns god my horns
are getting caught in the linen
and this time i don’t want you
to tear it off this time i want i want
the fabric to smother my eyes until
i choke out some holy thing
that was always deep inside me
according to the preacher this time
i want to feel the glass from that broken shattered
that broken window i want it to slide on my skin
the smooth side and i want the sharp side
to cut you loose and for you to get
the hell out of dodge
Jaden Fong 