your chain

welcomes the kiss

everywhere but my lips

let it fucking seep into your pupils

let it fuck you because it fucks me too

touch my places with your need

before it was unclean

my ball is my son

it gives the thoughtless fuck a hand to hold

-

knives become fingers

my entire worth in your lap

guilt covered feather knuckles

---

a jealous kind of animal, she thinks she's a deer

but it's much worse than what is imaginable

everyone eats together

she counts her spots

she knows her veins

a deer doesn't have to fake a pulse

she stops for cars with the cold intent

to hit it faster than it sees her

spells your name with her hooves

a jealous kind of animal, she forgets her horns

------

i always forget to close the door behind me

-

inside of myself with you the outside world is nothing but the crude glue that pretends to bring us together

honey spirits

the lighted end of a cigarette

someone kicked an explosive jack-o-lantern in my stomach for you

a canal breathes to let in more liquid

coins that were wished on, hands that touched without reason, boats that traveled with neither a destination nor a passenger

trust in letterman jackets and the number of footballs you've seen thrown at the winners

fall asleep on the bed you're supposed to make every morning

get drunk on the only nights you feel good

press your fingers against the clay face of the man you love and turn it into something as atrocious as yourself

that evening meant that no matter where we never went, we would have been everywhere, at every time, as long as we were together

-

anyone can be me, look better than i do, like what i like more than i like it, say things i say, do things just like me and do it better

portrayal is so fucking easy but neither i nor anyone else can access me

that's fine with me now