I am romantic like the smell
of clothes draped in crime drama.
Don’t pee in the water,
pee in the woods.
I have a crush on the world,
but it is not treating me well.
If I am an object, I am an
object of your nightmares.
Construction trucks stop in front of me,
then put up the LANE CLOSED sign.
How easily can you crack my spine
and find a way for our bones to touch?
Every poem is a love poem
in which we play a love game.
I want to feel all the tiny steps
of our tanned destruction.
Will you kiss each vertebrae?
We are alone together.
Let’s just have a pillow fight party.
Hurt each other with feathers.
I am going to climb my loft bed
and kiss the spider webs.