she wasn`t a Playboy Bunny
she spat toothpaste
into the sink
mumbling
that there was
nothin`
“underground“
about my poetry
nothin` worthy
of Bukowski & ink;
she had
pink pubic hairs
and her old man
drank a lot of
nothin`
while I stood there
thinkin`
on how
I was a fool
to believe
easter eggs
fell
out of her snatch
