What She Said to Me

She said:

The line
breaks make
all the fucking difference.

She said:

I'm so sick of poets
extolled for standing still
or doing nothing
with such great skill.

She said:

Don't worry 'bout me,
baby.

I got nothing to give.

She said:

This ain't no down
the throat drink
I'm asking for.

She said:

Merry Christmas,
bitch.