I have a dream catcher
in my room.
They say they take your nightmares away.
I hung it

on the wall.
So what I really want to know is,
why the fuck

are you still here?

The Cost.

You offered me a ride home
so I didn’t have to take a cab.
I thought it was safe because

I knew you
and you dated

You opened the car door like a gentleman—
(I thought)—
and slapped me firmly
on the ass.

I knew it wasn’t fair

but it was fare:
and that’s how I learned that nothing is free.