3 Poems by Dane Smith

I ACHE I ache. Headache from cheap wine,arms hurt frompushing myself up time and again,back spasmsfrom fucking heragainst the wall,her legs wrappedaround my back,arms tight about my necklike I was life itselfshe was holding onto. These are my pains.Not so terrible,not so bad that I will refuse to existnot so cruelthat I cannot laugh at tender-heartedassholes who want to change me.A…