a week-old slice of pizza in my fridge

curls upward at both ends

like the bug that stung me when i was 8
still haven't identified it
dark brown
inches long
segmented tail
face from hell
could have been some alien egg-layer
someday, i could be a mommy

like my cock
looking far more energetic than i
more than stiff
throbbing
demanding!

fuck you, cock

you alien egg-layer

there's booze that needs drunk
coffee still to sip
no work tomorrow and you want sex?
you always want sex!
you'll want it tomorrow
let me finish this poem in peace