Tossed Salad

Let's workshop this bitch!

Tossed Salad

Halitotic with cognac and pussy
(asshole too, yes), face deep
in the sofa with hands cradling

testes two days now (pissing, 
after yet another week-plus
desertion, who knows when,

even where), he heard his child, 
long shushed by mom, ask 
if she could hug daddy yet.

*This poem is unpublished