pussy and loss

I'd rather expect it than be caught with
my pants around my ankles
struck dumb in the bright lights

it's that damp dark hole I've
spread legs / crawled in / and worshiped
a hundred times before
and got myself bit every time

but blood like some rainbow reminder
tells me  it may not all be in vain
and some things, sometimes that seem
too good to be true
aren't
by some unexpected glitch of natural disaster
and/or selection

but what do we do with this gift horse?
can't punch her in her mouth
can't even look there
but she's dead or dieing horse and we've
kicked her a hundred times before
but we don't know what else to do.

(show your teeth)