Don't read if your own genitalia makes you squirm.

[R.C. KITCHENS]

A Slow Decline from Sobriety into Southern Accents

You would often gut our silence
and throw it in my face,
as though I didn't feel awkward
blowing smoke up into the too-slow ceiling fan
ripping my head back down to stare at my feet.
great imagery

--Made me feel terrible for not fucking you.

In the car ride back from Atlantic City
I wanted to laugh hard at your angry nose,
not daring to unhinge its dominance over the road.
Did you still think you were right?
(By the way, your music still sucks.)

I guess I thought about it some,
and I haven't felt bad in a long while.
You knew I was no good
and my pussy wasn't yours,
or his
or his
or his...

It's not despicable, honey.
Don't matter how many people I fuck--
I still ain't no goddamned slut.

I liked it just as is, short and concise. I really don't have a suggestion to better it at this time. these were my two favorite lines

"blowing smoke up into the too-slow ceiling fan
ripping my head back down to stare at my feet."