online, a harvest,
a quick take and a telephone call,
while taking out the garbage,
throwing away stupidity and regret,
while terrible television commercials
talk about psoriasis and boners
in the background.
I am clear
with sexy elbows,
and knowingly good taste in music,
so good luck with your new Andrew or Asian,
your new Matt or whatever,
because you want to pursue
the beside of me
and my love for you forever.
there is no place for you to land,
because you are leaving town too fast,
even faster than me,
quicker than peace with the voice in my head,
viscously bleeding and leaving.