on a ketchup-soaked morning.
I move away
to be done.
I want to cut loose
and go swimming
in a new bathing suit.
teach through the doom,
and kick the other side in the breakfast.
what do you want
to do today?
slam the train
so you don't have to
think about me.
no idea,
my doctor friend says.
when you're a mess,
get undressed
and give the suburbs a show.
from what I can see
reciprocity is boring.
but I am tired of
unrequited love stories.
I like me best
when I am torn between
two hearts bleeding.