Rock - Paper - Scissors

concrete, cool

a shithead
with bits of fool's

gold to chip away at
glitter in my palm
blown easily

into the wind

gift; sloppy ribbon

tells me:  "say thank you."

so fucking sad
to discover


I am inarticulate
 

sliced in stray
castrated name
isolated, lonely, he smiles
wipes my blood from
the tip of his

sharp edged world