Feast of Snakes
Karly Matana Hartzman, Alexander Reuben Chelmis
The glass is shaking
in the window where you're fucking
youre ex girlfriend
in our bedroom
I turn around
watch batons twirling
and the fighting dog is running
on a treadmill
Rage wouldn't cure anything
Passed four wrecked cars
on the road to the school house
they kicked and stomped and gouged
with tobacco in their mouth
the dog leans against the leash
and our heels at the edge
did it mean you didn't love me
turning up the tv
no way to farm out a twisted knee
did it mean you didn't love me?
did it mean you never loved me?