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I once made a list
of all the angry poems
I could write about you.

Today you asked me what I wanted from you,

And through tight teeth I almost told you
how I wanted your thighs wrapped around my head
your fists pulling pulling pulling my hair

until I remembered that whatever I might want
another angry fuck (and another) (and another)
was the most I'd ever get