i hate you.

you pre-tucked larva of plastic sheets.

zippers that come undone with the night terrors of ex girlfriends past.

why do you do this to me?

you fuck –

womb of night sweat

that evaporates a cycle of cynicism.

don’t rape me anymore!

i haven’t seen you here since elementary school.
where have you been?
you never called or e-mailed.
i got worried.
so thats why i was surprised.
when i discovered you the other day in the pastry aisle
you were next to wheat.
but your nothing like him.
your sweet.
and come with a tin pan.
i dont ask questions or dare to ask why.
but i like you
just the way you are.