Sunday, February 04, 2018

A Study of Men Throwing

the man throws coffee
it snakes tendrils over her
the man throws acid
it pools pits across her skin
the man throws kerosene
under his gaze, she is afire

the man throws her off (the bus)
the man throws her out (the house)
the man throws away (her phone)
the man throws down (her kids) 

the man throws a ball
the man throws a party
the man throws bombs
the man throws his ire 

the man throws
throws it all away
the man throws
the man throws
the man throws
until overthrown

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