I guess they’ve read enough
Dan Flore poems

here’s one to shove at them

I put out a cigarette on it
because there’s only ashes left of me

text me, sext me your red hair
burn up my screen with it

I’ll put the smell of burnt hair in this poem
it will be a scratch & sniff poem

punch me in the face
I eat nooses and lunch meat for dinner

get stuck in my throat
the way my meals do

yes, this is another Dan Flore poem and
this is the last line so you better sniff it