Guts

i spilled my gutz on the floor
and you just lingered by the door
as the seconds passed, i felt like
more and more
of a monster,
of a scary thing to harbor from

i was 7 when my parents moved to separate beds
and i was 17 when i realized beds
are not sacred, they're just places
to sleep and give head

my friend says she fears that she's no longer pure
and whether that's true, i cannot say for sure
but i wish i could take her and shake her and say
"you will always be nothing but magic to me"