ice water
in my veins
streams up into
my skull
leaving me with
a brain freeze and
cold thoughts
that melt down
to wet dreams
of curvy girls
with nice legs and
mean high heels
who try to walk
all over me
but only end up
tripping over their
own words
after i sweet talk them
into swallowing
bitter pills
that paddle thru
their blood streams
finally detonating
deep in their chests
like depth-charges
scarring them on
the inside and
breaking their hearts—Steve Calamars lives in Texas. He has a BA in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first collection of short stories, six years of relative happiness, is available at Calliope Nerve Media & Lulu. He blogs at dirtywordsoncleanliving.
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