Tony Was Yelling, and My Name's Sue!

[Solstice]

Sometimes self defense comes from the top down,
Like digging utensils, you can keep heeling,
A flying thwack, to the solid state,
Of our perceptions, young wooden
Double edge swords stuck
Between arm and rib, where that true metal
Scarred me, and made me bitter, unlike
The amateur porn that she had only half
A heart to see me watch.

I guess there were a few chases,
A few, well, chases, and I don't like
The name Sue.