It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten...

Perhaps from a weird angle
I'm flattered by your summery nonsense...

I should have acknowledged
the disgust in your tone...

I saw them there-
your words framing you...

Pink bubblegum stain, filled with longing
Inside the boundaries of our skin...

Darling,
I can't stand the state...

So just hate me
for my slobbery tongue...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

If I'm blind
give my heart eyes to blink...

Your love, like cactus fruit
its tiny teeth sharp and taunting...

It does me no good
to muse over frown lines...

I keep reading
our last drivel...