Too Sad To Fuck

Sex, right? I'm over it. It's dead to me. How you doing? Let's give each other scars we have to make up stories about. Let's turn each other into strangers to ourselves. I'm over getting up in those guts; I got the nerve and I wanna find out if you do too, and I'm not shy about a little blood. You have teeth, don't you? That's crazy, me too. You wanna see who can hurt each other more with theirs?

A compilation of poems about love, loss, grief, joy, class struggle, whatever. I hope you like it. Includes pdf with tasteful, artisanally-crafted cover image.