in torrey pines,
there was no apparent awkwardness
in your walk
a sinatra-like pace
i did it my way
i did it my way
you even took a call
for lack of muscles, flexed disinterest
there was a charm to your excess confidence
that rotted like costume jewelry
oh little boy
little ears like curious george
he wants to make a great escape from the worldly zoo
one of those
17, but could be 22
lolita as a boy
you're lucky i found you first
you're unlucky too
stubble subtle but there
still didn't compare
to what i could grow as a woman
but my pubic accolades are always hidden
i outnumbered you in every possible way
did you know that then?
i was approaching the end of a journey
you were preparing to take a first step
