2 Poems Sarah Coville

My Liver's Spoiled

dull organs in my throat becomes

irritating, acidic and making me

(dizzy- too much we consumed)

feel like someone i always spit unto

men on the streets asking us for

(no drugs, trust me)

food and something wet

between my legs like her cat

in the rain that we're stuck in

me, myself and judy; the girl i loved

How You Inspire Me

you brought a knife

to the gunfight

(clipped 'em like an alleycat, honey)

you fucking idiot

in a baggie now

(wet; please stop leaking)

above my bed

three streets from heaven

(where i should have buried my heart)