you hugged me with hands curled up in fists    and the weapon in your front pocket squeezing my tits    and we kissed with teeth touching, that's how it was,    and every breath exchanged another loss.    i bought a book on life in the sea    and i read it out aloud and picked out the importance for me,    which was everything dangerous, everything poisonous,    everything with teeth and claws.       so what do you think you are,   thinking about telling me what to think    and what do you think you are,    pouring your opinions in my drink?    i ride the bike down to the river side,    i spit in the water and watch you   float slowly downstream.       after the abc and the 123    your words still sound so old    while my finger's in my throat    trying to tickle out the cold.    there's a mark on my hips    where ten filthy fingertips    tried to pave the way for a filthy pair of lips.      i bought a book about life in the woods    and i read it out aloud    and i underlined the passages that would   tell me how to survive among predators as a snake    and how to never go to sleep, how to always stay awake.       so what do you think you are, thinking about telling me what to think   and what do you think you are, pouring your opinions in my drink?    i ride the bike down to the river side, i spit in the water and watch you float slowly downstream.