Were Still in Tennessee
We come back, its not my birthday. Were not virgins or in as much love. The arcades still here, the river rocks are as sharp & as cold as I remember. Maybe I shouldnt drink beer on the deck I helped your father paint. We were single, unsexed then. I left Christmas a day early to be with you.
Whatever I say I mean You are my pernicious lullaby. My love has a hitchhikers thumb. My favorite singer is a black Camaro with the same first name as Elviss wife. My favorite song doesnt mention speeding tickets. Every time I remember You dont know just how much I miss you.
Im Not Working Out
Or in bed with my version of a girl that goes by my mothers middle name. Everything after is the price of the price of. Id lick your neck & learn a new language. Youre so honest neither of us knows what it means. I circle How much of me wont you forget?
Or Anyone Else Thinks (It Is)
I eat something of yours & promise It wasnt sexual. Im more omnivore recently & not sure this shirt is the color you think it is. A pop in the microwave is never good unless youre remembering childhood or simply there. I want to grocery shop, have two hundred dollars that arent mine, dont steal (usually), & smell like Ive made friends with the glass behind a camel.
Lets be honest about touching each other: it never works. We make sandwiches out of newspaper. Youve been where youre going without me. It means I oven. Whole grain doesnt burn like a bitch.
Im going to drink out of a cup & a can, try not to touch my nose. Touch my nose. Ive been What about you? Dont answer if youre not sharing a leg. Im not awful Im honest. Theres a way to get Here like Before is an ant you didnt quite finish with your shoe.
The Perils of : Lunch
I want the sandwich you make when neither of us are having sex. Im always never. Please invent a meaning & email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Im this because Im still drunk, not hung over, & I really want a fucking. Sandwich, too.
I need a Ruth because Im less. Its May & the last five: I was arrested, nothing I remember, in a relationship, arrested, out of a relationship. The theme is Ive been here. Itís honest the first time you step onto a stage.
Im too honest to say what I think, my livers curling, just opened a vent. Anything with periods should be true. Honest in if not outside. If every something was one long sentence what would get left out? I didnt wait for You to answer when you were here! Back to back to.
I have a hard-on for the ghosts of ugly women. At least I think so when I pretend theyre with me in the bathroom on the toilet sucking & sitting, eyes rolled back. Ive written a story called Classic. It wasnt my first. You arent either, but you are tonight.
I only partially know where you are, even less about before. When someone asks I type Y E S. That might be just for today but its as true as I can reach. Listening is the always poem. I end quicker than I begin.
Im Doing What You Are
Only some things mean I will never speak to you again. Im less concerned about the speaking & more about the seeing. Maybe I think of me but Who Cares? There is no sentence fairy. Im not in bed, working out, or eating. Youre guessing like thereís anything else.
I donít love small talk but Ill knock on your door. Im full of this thing called. My left lower cheek is warming rubbers. I bet you know how to end where you are.
Touching my hair doesnt guarantee a foldout. Im true as maybe. Where did you buy what you do? I dont click my greens, answer news in the bathroom.
We couldve had beers but never made it past the opposite mouth. Knowing the difference mightve been a part, or all, or nothing. I want you I say years, mirrors later, at myself. We hear when were asleep.