Doom & Poon

She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.

Kicked out of the restaurant for dancing topless on the table.
Fired for shaving her head in the Executive Bathroom.
Hunted by a loan shark with one eye for refusing to pay her debt.

He said, “You always bring the poon. And you are the doom.”
He couldn’t get enough of her trouble.
Always fascinated by it.

The bravery to not care.
The freedom to live without remorse.
The thrill of never settling into anything.

Their love was a disaster.
Doomed by design.
All so they could momentarily feel alive.