Streetwalking Moth Sex Anthology

do you even remember last night when you kissed the black dude for a hit of crack?
my fortune says I will die face first in the snow grinding on a snowman

in further news the memory of the 2003 rape has come to mind.
I was dancing with three black men in the snow smoking blunts
pissing off my mother and my skinhead ex boyfriend when I found myself
saying hello to tongues and big dicks and hot fists
punching my face making the snow red with love