Last night 'round closing time
she swallowed the salvation salesman
she had found when she was backstroking
in the bottom spittle of a longneck bottle.
For two hours he assured her-- the sheath
of his shiny knife pressed against her backside-
that everything, everything- had gone south
to shit, so she best shut up, buckle up,
and just say fuck it 'cause it's just
easy, eeaassyy, eeeasassseeeyyy now,
eeeeaaaasssseeeeyyy now---that way.