Claire Poem by Smack Thompson
Claire
She told me she'd love me
Tonight at least but. maybe forever.
She said it with that Jack Daniels lazy slur on her tongue
So I don't think she'll mean
it once she's sober
She sleeps
with one freckled gangly
arm draped
across my chest
Passing out after whispering
her drunk pillow talk
I don't know if she's the one or not
maybe just someone to keep me warm for a few days
She has a reputation so maybe I'm just the next on her list
When I run my fingers on her back I can feel scars and cigarette
burns
She jerks all over throughout the night and
Mutters about things i don't think I'll ever ask about
Horror.
Sheer horror.
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5/4/2024 7:10:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A friend told me I needed to read over your work and I am very glad they did. Your poetry is very much a black comedy of sorts, and one is left wondering, if you're serious, or just playing. Either way it's genius, and I love it.