Fireworks

Fireworks
(for the 4th of July)

 

her vagina

was an english lit major

 

and his dick

was bad grammar

 

their sex was the sort of novel

that makes bookmarks

unnecessary

 

‘once upon a time’

jizzing all over ‘the end’

in the time it takes

 

to clumsily microwave

a frozen burrito

 

he was an asshole in the kitchen

and a frictionless prick in the sack

 

but it was the fourth of july

 

and she loved him the exact opposite

of how he fucked

she loved him: deeply

 

and from these depths

she watched as he took

a clubbed eternity picking out

which pair of shorts he was going to wear

for the fireworks later

 

and bitched about

her friends, again

 

america

is getting older

 

she ate her burrito in waves