312/365: I Kissed Her Anyway
She had a face like a fighter,
fat around the mouth in an incidental pout,
and an anger that came off like a desire to fuck,
angry, late at night after gin shots and pool.
She was dangerous to know then.
She once took an axe to her man's closet,
dragging his guitar through the hacked wreckage of their bed
with the bit dug into the neck through two frets.
I kissed her anyway.