poem: love story, spring

in the sticky wet parts of your eyes — do you remember —
the unfortunate, maniac — me? and my — power
struggle. so that I am
where I am today. and the universe will bend
to me if I lick it. and you will
bend to me if I bend down, lick your —
and the spring fell around us like cherry blossoms, I said
this is what it like to be abused
and belittled, I remember it now, looking
at your face.