big blonde
getting out of
the squad car
at night
hands cuffed
behind me
wishing that
i was standing
on a corner
under neon
far from here
that the world
would go fuck
itself and die
that the police
woman with
the big ass was
a hooker and
the cuffs and
the outfit were
just a game we
were playing
but then she
wouldn’t have
put ‘em on so
tight.
© 2008 Ross Vassilev/Oh
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