With A Twisted Spine

Who do you think about when the 400 pound man
lays his heavy thigh against your face?

And who will you cry for when the dog is howling
outside your dirty broken window?

And who will you call out for when winter kicks your ass
and the first breath of spring disrupts your menstrual cycle?

And who will be waiting to bend you over and lift
you up even with a twisted spine?

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