]short[

shards

mutilate

my guts, strewn

about town

in every glass

the only truth available

my femininity

hacked

his eyes on me

make me a sweet tar oblivion

him attracted to me

makes me unattractive

every lovely girl

laughing

shes having always

soft blond hair

take me

as an offering

I've offered

I'm out of my hands

I am in a

Hemingway

short story,

I am

stopped by,

looked at

remarked upon

in passing