Apropos of Nothing, Monday at 3:45pm
i want to smack you
so hard, your ears pop
i want to smack you
so hard, your clothes come back in style
and your thinking goes out of fashion
i want to smack you
so hard, you fast-forward to the middle of next week
past your next three mistakes
inevitable as the waning moon
i want to smack you
so hard, right in the mouth
that your momma feels it in the dark parts of her brain
like the guilt she bears
for bringing you into this world
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