the object of his obsession and the object of her disgust walk into an AMC
dressed in reworked vintage, both handsome as can be
dreams move fast and unpredictable in the warmth of the San Fernando night
he spits them out into her mouth while the rooster finds its first amendment rights
i sit in silence in his grandmother's van
my soul leaves my body behind in his hands
i am over; i begin again
he re-enters; until it ends
the man shaped shadow smells like coconut
the hair between my fingers is sweet and plentiful
i have two sets of ankles somehow
i have four lungs in one chest and now
i have another voice and it's telling me how
to slow my breathing
someone should tell ***** ******* a lot of things but most important among them: be wary of worship
the pedestal and prison are one in the same; i clawed my way out and can no longer endorse it
we make fun of poems like these
drowning in our own awful self reflexivity
i want to curl my arms and legs around the anger that you cause me
lick it suck it swallow it huff it and rub it all over my body
from above you look just like a touch starved brown faced toddler
from below you look like you could be the toddler's father
it's sad to see what this world does to its young men
it's sad to be the young woman who continues fucking them
