you inject a deep sense of inadequacy
into my blood
with just a touch.
i exude irrelevance,
but i'm okay with that.
the universe is a playground
/
and i don't have to go home.
your wellness is a protector you see,
from the broken parts
of the world.
maybe its laughable
me and you and you and i,
i see
you see?
all parts of you
beneath your dotted warmth
far from the life that adorns you
that suffocates me.
no one gets it
the restriction of suburbia
the smallness, the smallness kills.
but no one gets it,
not even my closest.
not even you,
but why would you want to?
this is your empire
you and all of them,
attractive, rich, perfumed and intelligent,
life here is your kingdom
and so i ask you,
why do you want me?
and so they tell you,
lucky her.
