@Carrie_Etter At an open mic I took my wife to, a drunken poet stumbled into the audience headed right at her. With lightning quick reflexes and a New Yorker's clairvoyance she was ready w/ a raised boot & kicked him in the chest sending him back on stage. She promptly left saying, "F! this."
Nullipara’s Bathos
Below tear wet thighs lost stars
in a bowl of scarlet swirl
constellations undiscovered in treatment
pools landfills our oceans hold
named & unnamed
unsoiled souls
inviable & inviolate
we’re trying
to think
falling stars
are just burning rocks
w/ wishes on 'em