he stood at her window, looking out to the street
you smell, he said from across the room
dirty, he said, and he looked over at her,
sitting on her bed with her head down,
have you even bathed recently, he asked
and he wrinkled his nose
and he laughed
oh, she said, looking up,
oh and you, she said,
you smell rotten,
you smell like rotten cigarettes,
and rotten gin,
you smell like the rotten, rotten person you are,
I can smell your rotten heart from across the street when you come over,
and he walks over to her on her bed,
but she pushes his chest with the flat of her palm,
and he just laughs louder
oh and you, she says louder
and pushes him again,
but he grabs her wrist
and pulls her,
and she falls off the bed
and he laughs,
and she grabs his ankle and yanks as hard as she can
and he falls to the floor,
and she pushes and he pushes and she grabs and he grabs,
and they exhale deeply and loudly
and inhale loudly and deeply,
and they kiss with big, panting open mouths,
oh, she says,
oh you’re rotten, rotten, rotten.
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