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Buying The Whore

You are the roast beef I have purchased
And I stuff you with my very own onion.

You are a boat I have rented by the hour
And I steer you with my rage until you run aground.

You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
And I swallow the pieces down with my spit.

You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,
Searing the flesh until it’s nice and juicy.

You stink like my Mama under your bra
And I vomit into your hand like a jackpot
Its cold hard quarters.

Poem Buying The Whore - Anne Sexton