Going Dutch by Catfish McDaris

Her loved waned,
like snow on a
warm winter day

I didn't know
what to do,
so I went to
a whorehouse

A young woman
led me to her room

She removed her
clothes & I started
crying, she took a
knife & cut off my ear

I felt a sudden urge
to paint sunflowers.


Paraphernalia Quarterly said...

fuckin' rad...

Karime said...

...and I sit here in a dark room thinking of stars. I loved this.


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