There’s nothing wrong
with crying
you felt you needed
to tell me
I didn’t need you
to tell me
but I let you
anyway
because your lips
are like a woman’s
and your dick
has a curve to it
dating is a lot
like psychopharmacology
you just have to try it
but you have to start off
with a small dose
mini horrors
you could say
that we’re experimenting
on each other
you could say that
we are magistrates
in a surreal court
characters in a dramedy
and we don’t know how
to greet each other
it’s all about perception
like outside it’s autumn and
these are the parts
making up the whole
in the same color musk
I’m the trap beneath the brush
the brush covering the trap
the last character I played
was Enemy/ Scapegoat
for a miserable audience
you were something else
I have my suspicions
and they are lights
our genitals
are something else
sometimes you decide
they need attention
sometimes they pulsate
like a hedge fund
ruining the world
we hold each other
in an invisible house
occupy better versions of ourselves
by feigning interest
in each other
firepeople gather outside
then go away
I over-disclose
I build a wall and poke holes in it
I fill the holes then make more holes
I keep going like this