i swear

i am writing down numbers
there's a look in your eyes
that screams moscow, bitches!

you've pinned god to the ottoman
like a crushed mosquito elsewhere
munching moon the kids play dominoes quietly

pretend to give a fuck i dare you
i swear once i published in this literary quarterly

and start to hold my breath and think virgin again

dear brethren and sistren infatuated with irony
i swear the depth of this bread goes on forever
while a good portion of the world is starving

the balls of this poem are sagging south
i've stopped making plans expecting her call
i can't sit through movies at all anymore