3/4/12

Distasteful
By Jillian Rose Krupp


Round weeps around the corners of my eyes
doze,
in a slight constraint of florescent light
or in a bar I'd rather not be in at night
It's like I'm sleeping,
participating in not speaking
while ravened men stick my hands in glasses
of beer
I was too tired to drink for them.
And now they're laughing,
the same way hippies do when they're ecstatically pleasing themselves
giving hand jobs out to the world just so they can feel joy
from cumming on someone else’s skin.


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My name is Jillian Krupp and I live in Baltimore, MD. This city is a contradiction of beauty and grime and it’s always been my main muse.