LOVE aw Jesus I suppose I loved you once like I loved all of the girls you’d bring by: poor Janie from the hospital dying from Hepatitis head shaved like some kind of bewildered Dachau survivor and of course Sativa whacked on speed with her Johns and her jet-plane speed talk and her pale blue eyes Susan from the methadone clinic with her chubby needle pocked hands or Lorie – the crazy redhead whore I watched Henry beat the shit out of mercilessly one time but sincerely the strongest feeling I can conjure for you now is wanting to see you dead: thanks for everything baby- thanks for turning me into a wreck, thanks for taking me along with you on your 90 miles per hour suicide drive thanks for the track marks and the poverty and the missing teeth and the demons in my head that will never give me peace: I should have left you every time I said I was going to instead of chickening out and fixing more dope poor cow – no use to anyone now except the drunken johns who don’t care what you look like and maybe the worms.