smile upon me.

"go in it" - i said,
gesturing towards the cardboard box you took shelter from.
"it's wicked cold out."

"all i've got
is this garlic bread,
and this cheesecake was twelve dollars."

your one-sided wink
looks awfully humble.

so, i second guess it.

exposed,
like my tight little legs,
i feel your pain
mister pigeon.

stay warm.

the metamorphosis.

it's time i run the show.

calling my bluff.

hiding behind similar bushes,
we sporadically pounce with
insults and jabs
that speak of interest.

belongings
surround my space,
like a marked territory.

we are scared to confirm this possession.

downpour.

like a giant pressure wave
caving in on self-inflicted wounds,
my vinegar stings.

tears, immune to this pain.
empty, like the clouds without rain.

two weeks.

by: grizzly bear.

"save up all the days
a routine malaise
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

would you always
maybe sometimes
make it easy
take your time

think of all the ways
momentary phase
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

every time you try
quarter half the mile
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

would you always
maybe sometimes
make it easy
take your time"

listen.

no comprende.

there are many "you"s in my lust library
and it's becoming a tiresome game,
with a double shame.

yet i still crave attention.

MY FRIEND.

you are two feet and an arms length from me.

and

i sit,
like i do
writing the night away.

we're in danger.