One Thing Leads to Another

I only eat
grilled cheese and fries
cause i can’t stand
what it sounds like
when doves cry

comes a girl who arouses
great personal distress

and his hands
slide down to solve the bicuspid
curve of her ass

she catches me
staring at her,
thinking that

half-cocked after
my share of saki
she spears a piece of
sashimi
and feeds me

later as i suck the marrow from a pork bone
I find the relativity of my values
as problematic
as blaming the deep cuts
along my wrist
on mis-
placed keys