That Disgusting Habit

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This is a poem that I wrote awhile ago, but have never attempted to publish. Every time I look at this beautiful piece of work, I love it and then I change it. I revise this poem and rewrite it, this poem has yet to die in time. So with that, comments and critique is encouraged!!

 

That Disgusting Habit

The craving hits your mouth,

after a couple of beers, after midnight.

Lasciviously light me up

in the alley, under the fire escape.

Inhale me at your leisure. Relax,

let smoke sway from your lips

and smell the invite, so stay.

No.

But we meet

in the haze of your unkempt apartment.

Toss Egyptian cotton sheets of pleasure,

until embers are extinguished, until ash.

You fall asleep satisfied. And wake

with slime of regret in your mouth.

 

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What Do Women Want?

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I want to start my blog with an AMAZING poet and the poem that makes me fall in love with writing over and over again.

P.S. I’m sure I will figure out how to make these pages nice and fancy in no time

What Do Women Want?

I want a red dress.I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment from its hanger like I’m choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin, it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. –

Kim Addonizio