poetry

Nothing Hotter

There’s nothing hotter
than an ex girlfriend
or a sweet piece of jazz;

Nothing tastier
than a best friend’s wife
or freshly crushed Xanax.

And at the end,
they’re all comparable
to a priest’s unholy love
for altar boys
and the valley girl’s false one
for sunset walks.⁠⁠⁠⁠

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3 thoughts on “Nothing Hotter

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  2. I think you just cracked thunder. I am surely waiting for lightning, especially because of these lines:

    “hotter
    than an ex girlfriend
    or a sweet piece of jazz;

    Nothing tastier
    than a best friend’s wife
    or freshly crushed Xanax.

    And at the end,
    they’re all comparable
    to a priest’s unholy love”

    This is rivetingly gripping and gives one a sense of anger in the last stanza. Great piece!

    Like

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